Affection makes your spirit slither out from its concealing spot.
You heard me. You ain't blind.
Among the thousand white persons, I am a dark rock surged upon, and overswept.
She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.
It was a weak spot in any nation to have a large body of disaffected people within its confusion.
It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.