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133 ÆäÀÌÁö - The throne we honour is the people's choice — the laws we reverence are our brave fathers' legacy — the faith we follow teaches us to live in bonds of charity with all mankind, and die with hope of bliss beyond the grave. Tell your invaders this, and tell them too, we seek no change ; and, least of all, such change as they would bring us.
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sir Lucius— I doubt it is going — yes— my valour is certainly going ! — it is sneaking off ! — I feel it oozing out as it were at the palms of my hands ! Sir Luc.
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... should be the case, would you choose to be pickled and sent home ? or would it be the same to you to lie here in the Abbey?
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - I say nothing — I take away from no man's merit — am hurt at no man's good fortune — I say nothing. But this I will say — through all my knowledge of life, I have observed — that there is not a passion so strongly rooted in the human heart as envy.
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - In my way hither, Mrs. Malaprop, I observed your niece's maid coming forth from a circulating library! She had a book in each hand— they were half-bound volumes, with marble covers! From that moment I guessed how full of duty I should see her mistress!
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - Faulkland! and you preserved the life that tender parent gave me; in his presence I pledged my hand— joyfully pledged it— where before I had given my heart. When, soon after, I lost that parent, it seemed to me that Providence had, in Faulkland, shown me whither to transfer without a pause my grateful duty, as well as my affection: hence I have been content to bear from you what pride and delicacy would have forbid me from another. I will not upbraid...
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - What the devil's the matter with you? Acres. Nothing — nothing — my dear friend — my dear Sir Lucius — but I — I — I don't feel quite so bold, somehow, as I did. Sir Luc.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh, if Mr. Dangle read it, that's quite another affair !— But I assure you, Mrs. Dangle, the first evening you can spare me three hours and a half...
206 ÆäÀÌÁö - Believe me, Mr. Sneer, there is no person for whose judgment I have a more implicit deference. But I protest to you, Mr. Sneer, I am only apprehensive that the incidents are too crowded. — My dear Dangle, how does it strike you ? Dang.
133 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yes, such protection as vultures give to lambs — covering and devouring them ! They call on us to barter all of good we have inherited and proved, for the desperate chance of something better which they promise. Be our plain answer this : The throne we honour is the people's choice; the laws we reverence are our brave fathers...