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I was fain to believe I had [10] succeeded, when the news of thy freedom reached me; then the old love I had counted dead rose up stronger than ever, rose up out of the grave where I had laid it as in a trance, rose up and bade me never again cheat myself into the belief that I and it could be put asunder."
— from Sir Christopher: A Romance of a Maryland Manor in 1644 by Maud Wilder Goodwin
The billows shrank before the fiery shock, sheets of vapor rolled up; still the eruption rolled on, and the returning billows fought against it.
— from Tarry thou till I come; or, Salathiel, the wandering Jew. by George Croly
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