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She Did Not Know That This Was The Best Thing She Could Have Done, And She Did Not Know That, When She Began To Walk Quickly Or Even Run Along The Paths And Down The Avenue, She Was Stirring Her Slow Blood And Making Herself Stronger By Fighting With The Wind Which Swept Down From The Moor.

Much More Surprising Things Can Happen To Anyone Who, When A Disagreeable Or Discouraged Thought Comes Into His Mind, Just Has The Sense To Remember In Time And Push It Out By Putting In An Agreeable, Determinedly Courageous One. Two Things Cannot Be In One Place.

She Looked Into The Staring Glass Eyes And Complacent Face, And Suddenly A Sort Of Heartbroken Rage Seized Her. She Lifted Her Little Savage Hand And Knocked Emily Off The Chair, Bursting Into A Passion Of Sobbing- Sara Who Never Cried.

There's Nothing So Strong As Rage, Except What Makes You Hold It In—that's Stronger. It's A Good Thing Not To Answer Your Enemies. I Scarcely Ever Do.

When You Will Not Fly Into A Passion People Know You Are Stronger Than They Are, Because You Are Strong Enough To Hold In Your Rage, And They Are Not, And They Say Stupid Things They Wish They Hadn't Said Afterward. There's Nothing So Strong As Rage, Except What Makes You Hold It In--that's Stronger. It's A Good Thing Not To Answer Your Enemies.