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One day they are seized with that infinite, dreamy sensation which is entirely opposed to the remainder of their private and public life, like a delicious enigma, full of golden splendour, and impossible to be described by mere words or similes.
— from The Dawn of Day by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
His dark eyes, full of gaiety, searched hers.
— from The Mating of Lydia by Ward, Humphry, Mrs.
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