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Philip had told her to take care of his wife and child; but she had the conviction that Sylvia had so materially failed in her duties as to have made her husband an exile from his home. #sylviaslovers

Hester—poor Hester, whose life she had so crossed and blighted, even by the very blighting of her own. #sylviaslovers

Time for a bargain bookshelf refresh? Yep, we think so. See you there!

Not read! and thee Philip's wife as was such a great scholar! Of a surety the ways o' this life are crooked! #sylviaslovers

If Sylvia had been able to make Philip happy, Hester could have felt lovingly and almost gratefully towards her; but Sylvia had failed in this. #sylviaslovers

Sylvia was too much a child, too entirely unaccustomed to any independence of action, to do anything but leave herself in his hands. #sylviaslovers

Philip saw my heart ache day after day, and niver let on as him I was mourning for was alive, and had sent me word as he'd keep true to me, as I were to do to him.' #sylviaslovers

Philip saw my heart ache day after day, and niver let on as him I was mourning for was alive, and had sent me word as he'd keep true to me, as I were to do to him.' #sylviaslovers

This life is full o' changes o' one kind or another; them that's dead is alive; and as for poor Philip, though he was alive, he looked fitter to be dead when he came into t' shop o' Wednesday morning.' #sylviaslovers

It were market day, and a',' continued Phoebe, 'just as if iverything mun go wrong together; an' a' t' country customers'll go back wi' fine tale i' their mouths, as Measter Hepburn was strayed an' missin' just like a beast o' some kind.' #sylviaslovers

The sight Philip saw in the mirror was his own long, sad, pale face, made plainer and grayer by the heavy pressure of the morning's events. #sylviaslovers

among a primitive set of country-folk, who recognize the wild passion in love, as it exists untamed by the trammels of reason and self-restraint, any story of baulked affections, or treachery in such matters, spreads like wildfire. #sylviaslovers

Philip shrank from the burst of popular indignation which he knew must follow. Any wrong done to one who stands on the pinnacle of the people's favour is resented by each individual as a personal injury; #sylviaslovers

No light came into her eyes any more than if she had looked upon a perfect stranger; not even was there the contraction of dislike...she saw him no more than she saw the inanimate table. That...withered him up more than any sign of aversion would have done. #sylviaslovers

Sylvia!' spoke out Kinraid, bold and fervent, 'your marriage is no marriage. You were tricked into it. You are my wife, not his. I am your husband; we plighted each other our troth. See! here is my half of the sixpence.' #sylviaslovers

Sylvia, this is Kinraid come back again to wed me. He is alive; he has niver been dead, only taken by t' press-gang. And he says yo' saw it, and knew it all t' time. Speak, was it so?' #sylviaslovers

she knew well enough that Philip would always raise objections to the rambles which reminded her of her old free open-air life. #sylviaslovers

Sylvia, to soothe her, took her hand, and promised never to leave the house without asking her husband's permission, though in making this promise, she felt as if she were sacrificing her last pleasure to her mother's wish. #sylviaslovers