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one of those heavenly summer days when the sky is clear and the breeze is light and warm, and you just know there’s something exciting waiting round the corner.
Her eyes, though tired, had the glint of one who never stopped expecting to be amused, and her mouth turned up at the corners as if she’d just remembered a joke.
Life could be cruel enough these days without the truth making it worse.
poke holes in her theory with the sharp point of his stupendous brain,
disappointed by her lot; she had no real or focused idea as to how her situation might be improved, and her frustrations made her bitter.
The bush was alive: the trees spoke to one another in parched old voices; thousands of unseen eyes blinked from branches and fallen logs,
There were times, he realized, when a person stuck to their rigid ideas at their own risk.
belief system acquired in childhood is never fully escaped; it may submerge itself for a while, but it always returns in times of need to lay claim to the soul it shaped.
the young are quick to presume themselves the exclusive possessors of all strong feelings.
His gaze was an unforgiving light that showed up all the cracks in his beautiful vase.
she was the sort of woman whose most amiable chatter contained acid enough to strip paint from the walls.
