1 I pray God I may never see your sweet face again.
2 Thank you for your sweet honesty to me, and good-bye.
3 She has more colour in her cheeks than usual, and looks, oh, so sweet.
4 She is so sweet with old people; I think they all fell in love with her on the spot.
5 Her long sleep all day have refresh and restore her, for now she is all sweet and bright as ever.
6 Please God, I shall never, never forget them, nor the grave and sweet responsibilities I have taken upon me.
7 Whatever may be the issue of all this fearful state of things, it will be a sweet thought to all or some of us.
8 By this time to-morrow you will, please God, have passed them, and have drunk of the sweet waters; so do not mourn overmuch.
9 Outside the air was sweet, the sun shone, and the birds sang, and it seemed as if all nature were tuned to a different pitch.
10 I love her a thousand times more for her sweet pity of last night, a pity that made my own hate of the monster seem despicable.
11 Now, since I know it is all true, a hundred thousand times more do I know that he must pass through the bitter waters to reach the sweet.
12 She looks so sweet as she sleeps; but she is paler than is her wont, and there is a drawn, haggard look under her eyes which I do not like.
13 Until the other, who has fouled your sweet life, is true dead you must not die; for if he is still with the quick Un-Dead, your death would make you even as he is.
14 I saw her asleep, and went out for a little stroll myself; I walked along the cliffs to the westward, and was full of sweet sadness, for I was thinking of Jonathan.
15 Thus departed for this time my chance of much learning from this so clever lunatic; so I shall go, if I may, and cheer myself with a few happy words with that sweet soul Madam Mina.
16 Sweet it was in one sense, honey-sweet, and sent the same tingling through the nerves as her voice, but with a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.
17 I determined not to return to-night to the gloom-haunted rooms, but to sleep here, where, of old, ladies had sat and sung and lived sweet lives whilst their gentle breasts were sad for their menfolk away in the midst of remorseless wars.
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