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<blockquote>My courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me.<br />(Jane Austen, ''Pride and Prejudice'', chapter 31)</blockquote> |
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<blockquote>“This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!” cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. “Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse. And bide the end!”<br />(Charles Dickens, ''A Christmas Carol'', Stave Three)</blockquote> |
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<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"My courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me." (Jane Austen, ''Pride and Prejudice'', chapter 31)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> |
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“This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!” cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. “Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse. And bide the end!”
(Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol, Stave Three)