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There is no need to fear, he said, for you are here with me.
Oh, I was lucky, you know, to get anyone. I was what they called an old bride of twenty-six. Of course I married him. Everyone needs to keep something private from their family.Like a shutter in a rai...
He stood there at the edge of the orchard looking like he would never be whole again.
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He was a collector rather than a hunter, buying his knowledge rather than seeking it with his own eyes and hands. I
I knew I should believe him, as he taught at Oxford, but his answers did not feel complete. It was like having a meal and not getting quite enough to eat.
I had not yet been down to the cellar where I was to sleep. I took a candle with me but was too tired to look around beyond finding a bed, pillow and blanket. Leaving the trap door of the cellar open...
Spent much of my life in Lyme with my eyes fixed to the ground in search of fossils. Such hunting can limit a person’s perspective.
Married women that I noticed, their solid smugness at not having to worry about the course of their future. Married women were set like jelly in a mold, whereas spinsters like me were formless and unp...
Had come to London for a reason, not to enjoy anonymity and solitude whilst eyeing the wider horizon.
What do you believe, Aunt Elizabeth?''I believe. . . I am comfortable with reading the Bible figuratively rather than literally. For instance, I think the six days in Genesis are not literal days, but...
That’s how fossil hunting is: It takes over, like a hunger, and nothing else matters but what you find. And even when you find it, you still start looking again the next minute, because there might be...
She'd had a terrible time with his brothers' wives : seeing her with them was like watching someone pet a cat against its fur.
Margaret grasped on to the magic of novels because they held out hope that Mary—and she herself—might yet have a chance at marriage. While my own experience of life was limited, I knew such a thing wo...
If redwoods are the backbone of California, oaks are of England.
Era un pensiero doloroso ma la verità lo è sovente.
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You know I don’t listen to market gossip, she began,but it is hard not to hear it when my daughter’s name is mentioned.