1 I have lived in the house ever since.
2 She had a great aunt living in these very times called Lady Scadgers.
3 Since the time of her leaving home, Sissy had lived with the rest of the family on equal terms.
4 Thus easily did Stephen Blackpool fall into the loneliest of lives, the life of solitude among a familiar crowd.
5 They walked back together to the corner of the street where Rachael lived, and as they drew nearer and nearer to it, silence crept upon them.
6 Sissy had already been at her side asking her where she lived, and whether she might come to-morrow night, to inquire if there were news of him.
7 Publicly and privately, it were much better for the age in which he lived, that he and the legion of whom he was one were designedly bad, than indifferent and purposeless.
8 The girl believed that her father had not deserted her; she lived in the hope that he would come back, and in the faith that he would be made the happier by her remaining where she was.
9 He knew that there was trouble enough in the world; and if the old woman had lived so long, and could count upon his having so little, why so much the better for her, and none the worse for him.
10 While the ceremony was performing, and while he recognized among the witnesses some whom he knew to be living, and many whom he knew to be dead, darkness came on, succeeded by the shining of a tremendous light.
11 He had artfully, but plainly, assured her that he knew her heart in its last most delicate recesses; he had come so near to her through its tenderest sentiment; he had associated himself with that feeling; and the barrier behind which she lived, had melted away.
12 From this dismal spot they were rescued by a savage old postilion, who happened to be up early, kicking a horse in a fly: and so were smuggled into the town by all the back lanes where the pigs lived: which, although not a magnificent or even savoury approach, was, as is usual in such cases, the legitimate highway.
13 Cultivate in them, while there is yet time, the utmost graces of the fancies and affections, to adorn their lives so much in need of ornament; or, in the day of your triumph, when romance is utterly driven out of their souls, and they and a bare existence stand face to face, Reality will take a wolfish turn, and make an end of you.