I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.

You fear the world too much,' she answered gently. 'All your other hopes have merged into the hope of being beyond the chance of its sordid reproach. I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off, one by one, until the master passion, Gain, engrosses you. Have I not?

I will die here where I have walked. And I will walk here, though I am in my grave. I will walk here until the pride of this house is humbled.

I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.

I will live in the past, the present, and the future. The spirits of all three shall strive within me.

"The twins no longer derive their sustenance from Nature's founts - in short," said Mr. Micawber, in one of his bursts of confidence, "they are weaned..."

It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered his schoolroom windows on the Thursday, still lingered in the air, and was falling white, while the wind blew black.