...our Impulses Are Too Strong For Our

He's Charmed By Her As If She Were Some Fairy!" Continued Arabella. "see How He Looks Round At Her, And Lets His Eyes Rest On Her. I Am Inclined To Think That She Don't Care For Him Quite So Much As He Does For Her. She's Not A Particular Warm-hearted Creature To My Thinking, Though She Cares For Him Pretty Middling Much-- As Much As She's Able To; And He Could Make Her Heart Ache A Bit If He Liked To Try--which He's Too Simple To Do.

The First Cause Worked Automatically Like A Somnambulist, And Not Reflectively Like A Sage.

I Have Felt Lately, More And More, That My Present Way Of Living Is Bad In Every Respect.

You Overrate My Capacity Of Love. I Don't Posess Half The Warmth Of Nature You Believe Me To Have. An Unprotected Childhood In A Cold World Has Beaten Gentleness Out Of Me.

That Mercy Towards One Set Of Creatures Was Cruelty Towards Another Sickened His Sense Of Harmony. As You Got Older, And Felt Yourself To Be At The Center Of Your Time, And Not At A Point In Its Circumference, As You Had Felt When You Were Little, You Were Seized With A Sort Of Shuddering, He Perceived. All Around You There Seemed To Be Something Glaring, Garish, Rattling, And The Noises And Glares Hit Upon The Little Cell Called Your Life, And Shook It, And Warped It.