The Last Chronicle of Barset
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In these days he had come to be somewhat in love with poverty and Pau, and had been feeding on the luxury of his grievance.
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You expect everything to be made smooth for you, and will do nothing towards making things smooth for anybody else.
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To struggle in vain always hurts the pride; but the wound made by the vain struggle for a woman is sorer than any other wound so made.
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He lacked guile, and he feared God,—and a man who does both will never go far astray.
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In the ordinary cutting of blocks a very fine razor is not an appropriate instrument.
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they have left me somewhat in doubt as to my own aptitude for going about among men without giving offence and becoming a stumbling-block.
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the heavens rained graciousness upon her.
For myself I can only say that I shall always be happy to sit, when allowed to do so, at the table of Archdeacon Grantly, to walk through the High Street of Barchester arm in arm with Mr. Robarts of Framley, and to stand alone and shed a tear beneath the modest black stone in the north transept of the cathedral on which is inscribed the name of Septimus Harding.
And now, if the reader will allow me to seize him affectionately by the arm, we will together take our last farewell of Barset and of the towers of Barchester.
But to me Barset has been a real county, and its city a real city, and the spires and towers have been before my eyes, and the voices of the people are known to my ears, and the pavement of the city ways are familiar to my footsteps. To them all I now say farewell.