But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; – George Gordon, Lord Byron
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There was no repression in her glance or gesture. She reminded him of some beautiful, sleek animal waking up in the sun. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
There was no repression in her glance or gesture. She reminded him of some beautiful, sleek animal waking up in the sun.
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