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Miss Lucy Graham was blessed with that magic power of fascination, by which a woman can charm with a word or intoxicate with a smile.
Lady Audley's Secret (1862)
Do you think I will suffer myself to be baffled?
Lady Audley's Secret (1862)
Who has not been, or is not to be mad in some lonely hour of life? Who is quite safe from the trembling of the balance?
Lady Audley's Secret (1862)
He was a square, pale-faced man of almost forty, and had the appearance of having outlived every emotion to which humanity is subject.
Lady Audley's Secret (1862)
"Why, I can't help smiling at people, and speaking prettily to them. I know I'm no better than the rest of the world; but I can't help it if I'm pleasanter. It's constitutional."
Lady Audley's Secret (1862)
The wind came whistling up across the frosty open country, and through the leafless woods, and rattled fiercely at the window-frames.
Lady Audley's Secret (1862)
Phoebe Marks was a person who never lost her individuality. Silent and self-constrained, she seemed to hold herself within herself, and take no color from the outer world.
Lady Audley's Secret (1862)
He forgot that love, which is a madness, and a scourge, and a fever, and a delusion, and a snare, is also a mystery, and very imperfectly understood by everyone except the individual sufferer who writhes under its tortures.
Lady Audley's Secret (1862)
Now love is so very subtle an essence, such an indefinable metaphysical marvel, that its due force, though very cruelly felt by the sufferer himself, is never clearly understood by those who look on at its torments and wonder why he takes the common fever so badly.
Lady Audley's Secret (1862)
As he sat in the deep embrasure of a mullioned window, talking to my lady, his mind wandered away to shady Figtree Court, and he thought of poor George Talboys smoking his solitary cigar in the room with the birds and canaries.
Lady Audley's Secret (1862)
Seated in the embrasure of this window, my lady was separated from Robert Audley by the whole length of the room, and the young man could only catch an occasional glimpse of her fair face, surrounded by its bright aureole of hazy, golden hair.
Lady Audley's Secret (1862)
We are apt to be angry with this cruel hardness in our life—this unflinching regularity in the smaller wheels and meaner mechanism of the human machine, which knows no stoppage or cessation, though the mainspring be forever hollow, and the hands pointing to purposeless figures on a shattered dial.
Lady Audley's Secret (1862)
The widower only sighed and puffed his cigar fiercely out of the open window. Perhaps he was thinking of that far-away time—little better than five years ago, in fact; but such an age gone by to him—when he first met the woman for whom he had worn crape round his hat three days before.
Lady Audley's Secret (1862)