[Tell Me How the Wind Sounds; Leslie Davis Guccione; 1989]
Kit gave her yarn an impatient jerk that sent the ball bouncing across the floor. Too tardily William bent to catch it and had to get heavily down on his knees to retrieve it from under the settle. Now some men, Kit reflected, could pick up a ball of yarn without looking ridiculous.
[The Witch of Blackbird Pond; Elizabeth George Speare; 1958]
Once when I was a kid, we went ashore at Jamaica, and in the marketplace there was a man with some birds for sale. They were sort of yellow-green with bright scarlet patches. I was bent on taking one home to my grandmother in Saybrook. But father explained it wasn’t meant to live up here, that the birds here would scold and peck at it. Funny thing, that morning when we left you here in Wethersfield – all the way back to the ship all I could think of was that bird.
[spoken by Nathaniel Eaton in The Witch of Blackbird Pond; Elizabeth George Speare; 1958]
I asked myself what Sam would do if it were him … he'd do something daring. The most daring thing to do would be to track down Father … Then it came to me that even though rescuing Father was the daring thing to do, it wasn't the smartest thing. So I asked myself another question: what would Father do?
[My Brother Sam is Dead; James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier; 1974]
It is to the credit of human nature, that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates. Hatred, by a gradual and quiet process, will even be transformed to love, unless the change be impeded by a continually new irritation of the original feeling of hostility.
[The Scarlet Letter; Nathaniel Hawthorne; 1850]
She might droop, and flush, and flutter to his arms, as to her natural home and resting-place. One moment, he glowed with impatience at the thought that she might do this, the next, he feared a passionate rejection, the very idea of which withered up his future with so deadly a blight that he refused to think of it.
[North and South; Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell; 1855]
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