1 Mrs. Peniston put down her work again.
2 The train swayed again, almost flinging Miss Bart into his arms.
3 Under the Georgian porch she paused again, scanning the street for a hansom.
4 Mrs. Peniston again paused, but this time her scrutiny addressed itself, not to the furniture, but to her niece.
5 He had again moved toward the door, and in her instinctive shrinking from him she let him regain command of the threshold.
6 She had not known again till today that lightness, that glow of freedom; but now it was something more than a blind groping of the blood.
7 She had again addressed herself to the shelves, but her eyes now swept them inattentively, and he saw that she was preoccupied with a new idea.
8 Sometimes she thought it was because Mrs. Peniston had been too passive, and again she feared it was because she herself had not been passive enough.
9 If anything was needed to put the last touch to her self-abasement it was the sense of the way her old life was opening its ruts again to receive her.
10 Her head was throbbing with fatigue, and she had to go over the figures again and again; but at last it became clear to her that she had lost three hundred dollars at cards.
11 She did not wish to see him again, not because she feared his influence, but because his presence always had the effect of cheapening her aspirations, of throwing her whole world out of focus.
12 'She paused again, with her eyes on Lily, and then continued, in a tone of diffuse narrative: "When we was at the Benedick I had charge of some of the gentlemen's rooms; leastways, I swep' 'em out on Saturdays.'"
13 But society, amused for a while at playing Cinderella, soon wearied of the hearthside role, and welcomed the Fairy Godmother in the shape of any magician powerful enough to turn the shrunken pumpkin back again into the golden coach.
14 It was as though her beauty, thus detached from all that cheapened and vulgarized it, had held out suppliant hands to him from the world in which he and she had once met for a moment, and where he felt an overmastering longing to be with her again.
15 Her immediate worries conjured, it was easy to resolve that she would never again find herself in such straits, and as the need of economy and self-denial receded from her foreground she felt herself ready to meet any other demand which life might make.
16 It seemed to her that she was again descending the staircase from Selden's rooms; and looking down to remonstrate with the dispenser of the soapy flood, she found herself met by a lifted stare which had once before confronted her under similar circumstances.
17 She knew that she hated dinginess as much as her mother had hated it, and to her last breath she meant to fight against it, dragging herself up again and again above its flood till she gained the bright pinnacles of success which presented such a slippery surface to her clutch.
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