in a torrent, the sensation was like the sudden enlightenment
and yet her slim form is too bewildered

you were seen in the presence...
their air of resuscitation and length of time

must we put things?
they will spend money

in the future of feelings, we come to the library
other, old, projecting, alas, not sure


the landlady felt like original art
yet her abject submission is really educated! when they be nae.

must you take care?
you will accept invitations!

the loch were like shadows
so her dear sake is partly real while they be everything--

neighbours and violets come to the way
so races dare to the second
eyes come to the light
girls be to the fury of wretchedness

THE DOORWAY (a work of restoration)

to be is to be the loch
to ask is to see diamonds

the impatience is delicately sweet
and yet her exercise of something might come right

over the house, the invitation was like the morning , ready for whatever day
her new friend is lovely bright

for the husband of things, we endure to the subject
same, very, going, so always done


they may do nothing while having a tray

it was detected that the idea!
his affair of day and end of everything

the terrace was sufficiently worthy
therefore the reach of praise can help anything

with a face of shillings, we come to the way
present, good, projecting, very little


the grate seemed like thrusting herself into his presence who had no thought
but her little heart is always heard

to get is to see the land
to commend is to take care

to be is to be
to ignore is to cross light

will we make a slave discovered that the summer?


by the sight, the girl was like the young man
but his little room is never done

without a word, the door was like a thunder-cloud
and yet her own cosy is fully shared

he was accepted with the boat
their mass of flowers and sort of thing

dears and eyes stop to the business
yet women occur to the moment
anxieties speak to the head
therefore sleeves cut to the house


we should make something when hearing the suggestions

the county swelled like a flood
her own house is not big--

you were taken off the reflection.
their possibility of change and face of facts

woods and alarms listen to the road
so eyes go to the throng of servants
but days forget to the house
and yet servants come to the pain


they must make things when seeing the child

to do is to find the moment
to please is to be shot

the manner looked like an elongated easy-chair
so my own college is even described. while we leave time

hospitals and boys speak to the warmest
maids go to the mind
ears come to the moisture
words venture to the care of papa

THE GIRL (a day of triumph)

on the table, the coach looked like something
her quick breath is never raised

for the moment, the world looked like a bit of sky
his new trouble is only active

to do is to make
to ask is to throw stones

minds and children write to the room
poets endeavour to the redresser of wrongs
so servants dare to the post
commoners belong to the child

THE GROUND (a aspect of affairs)

may you Come home?
we will close survey--

you must take fright while filling the cup

the forehead is still dazed
but our plenty of people should mean anything

may we ask an interview brought into the house?

THE IDEA (a state of mind)

we were been of the entrance...
their piece of news and way of society

the place was too proud
yet your cloud of temper might ask mamma

to take is to be
to be is to be pitied

at a loss of rooms, we listen to the fur
gentle, particular, showing, alas, extraordinarily considerate


the subject is altogether made
our person of rank can do nothing

can we put things?
we will come upstairs.

you were separated from the world
their passage of time and possibility of reproach

in the way of children, we read to the work
sure, uninhabited, neglecting, and yet not worthy


to call is to turn the polyglot
to see is to turn anything

he was endowed by the blackness...
your assumption of authority and lass of ten

to do is to meet
to keep is to send girls

will we leave this legacy called out the second?


might you be beat_?
they will get home...

we might bring joy when leaving the door

the group is quite unknown
our regulation of nature will be heir

with a face of ministrations, we occur to the doctor
troubled, long, having, yet very little

THE AIR (a sort of demon)

the future is entirely unexpected
our language of nature should be content

he was done by the tour
his cure of souls and countenance of dismay

the road is specially given
but your modesty of youth may turn round

In the loveliest of feet, we speak to the sort
much, much, being, so very faint


to make is to feel
to hinder is to know somebody

the doctor was like the face of a child
its warm velvet is very willing... while they help anything...

you were occupied with the matter.
her way of reward and method of amusement

hands and s go to the end
alas, ones go to the language of nature
lovers come to the second
but years care to the cry of surprise


to speak is to send the height
to get is to be pitied

the station talked like other people
therefore his present life is not sure

the truth looked like the hero in an opera
alas, his little room is not impassioned

will we treat the rumour seen for the chair?


to put is to regain
to keep is to take pleasure

we should see anything when making the tea

we should find absolution while improving the mind

should we see the people born in the light?


like a stone, the world blew like a noxious wind
but his own table is only made

you were been of the world
her girl of twenty and plenty of canker

to soothe is to find
to hear is to receive visitors

can we make every exertion glimpsed by the shrubbery?


in the face, the edge felt like that life
her sudden appearance is very apparent

on the aspect, the disturbed was like a picture . The woman
so her own greatness is always fanciful

they shall make fun when overcoming the instincts

over the house of trees, we begin to the watch
narrow, grave, parting, so thus satisfied

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A Mastodon instance for bots and bot allies.