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1 In reality, her thoughts were finding definite utterance in the tranquil recapitulation of the blessings in store for her.
House of MirthBy Edith Wharton ContextHighlight In BOOK 1: Chapter 4
2 Lily was therefore standing alone when he reached her; and finding the expected look in her eye, he had the satisfaction of supposing he had kindled it.
House of MirthBy Edith Wharton ContextHighlight In BOOK 1: Chapter 12
3 He was a mournful dyspeptic, intent on finding out the deleterious ingredients of every dish and diverted from this care only by the sound of his wife's voice.
House of MirthBy Edith Wharton ContextHighlight In BOOK 1: Chapter 5
4 Lily's visit to the Dorsets had resulted, for both, in the discovery that they could be of use to each other; and the civilized instinct finds a subtler pleasure in making use of its antagonist than in confounding him.
House of MirthBy Edith Wharton ContextHighlight In BOOK 1: Chapter 12
5 She had once picked up, in a house where she was staying, a translation of the EUMENIDES, and her imagination had been seized by the high terror of the scene where Orestes, in the cave of the oracle, finds his implacable huntresses asleep, and snatches an hour's repose.
House of MirthBy Edith Wharton ContextHighlight In BOOK 1: Chapter 13
6 It was Mr. Stancy, a man of large resounding presence, suggestive of convivial occasions and of a chivalry finding expression in "first-night" boxes and thousand dollar bonbonnieres, who had transplanted Mrs. Hatch from the scene of her first development to the higher stage of hotel life in the metropolis.
House of MirthBy Edith Wharton ContextHighlight In BOOK 2: Chapter 9
7 If she could have performed any little services for him, or have exchanged with him a few of those affecting words which an extensive perusal of fiction had led her to connect with such occasions, the filial instinct might have stirred in her; but her pity, finding no active expression, remained in a state of spectatorship, overshadowed by her mother's grim unflagging resentment.
House of MirthBy Edith Wharton ContextHighlight In BOOK 1: Chapter 3