He had never seen her brow unclouded; never seen that beautiful lip divested of its scorn never heard one expression from her that did not betray a mind full of vexation, jealousy, and passion.
— from The Young Lord, and Other Tales; to which is added Victorine Durocher by Mrs. (Mary Martha) Sherwood
He stood up now, surveying the blue lit glassite room with its low ceiling close overhead.
— from Brigands of the Moon by Ray Cummings
If we must not admire the bee, we will then admire nature; the moment must always come when admiration can be no longer denied us, nor shall there be loss to us through our having retreated, or waited.
— from The Life of the Bee by Maurice Maeterlinck
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