I mind him well, and the burn we fished and the pickle things we took out, and your mother that played with us in her cutty sark, and not a shoe between us nor a bodle of money; but the green hills round us, and all we knew of the world that it lay beyond them.
— from Shrewsbury: A Romance by Stanley John Weyman
A man of true feeling fires up naturally at baseness or meanness of any sort, even in cases where he may be under no obligation to speak out.
— from Character by Samuel Smiles
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