There was now a distinct manifestation of morning in the air, and presently the bleared white visage of a sunless winter day emerged like a dead-born child.

A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.

I want to question my belief, so that what is left after I have questioned it, will be even stronger.

Did it never strike your mind that what every woman says, some women may feel?

I agree to the conditions, Angel; because you know best what my punishment ought to be; only - only - don't make it more than I can bear!

Well, what I mean is that I shouldn't mind being a bride at a wedding, if I could be one without having a husband.

The beggarly question of parentage--what is it, after all? What does it matter, when you come to think of it, whether a child is yours by blood or not? All the little ones of our time are collectively the children of us adults of the time, and entitled to our general care. That excessive regard of parents for their own children, and their dislike of other people's, is, like class-feeling, patriotism, save-your-own-soul-ism, and other virtues, a mean exclusiveness at bottom.