His goodly conquest of the golden fleece, / His falsed faith, and loue too lightly flit […]

But thank God, she muttered in a lower tone, that Shirley is not old enough to go. Isn't that the same thing as thanking Him that some other woman's son has to go in Shirley's place? asked the doctor. . . . No, it is not, doctor dear, said Susan defiantly. . . . "Do not you put words in my mouth that I would never dream of uttering.

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Much of this prejudice, indeed, persists; for instance, in the heavy handicappings with which insurance companies saddle their West Indian policies, […]