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Quote, But now, all at once, Servigny, by a few words, the brutality of which she felt without understanding them, awakened in her a sudden disquietude, unreasoning at first, but which grew into a tormenting apprehension. She had fled home, had escaped like a wounded animal, wounded in fact most deeply by those words which she ceaselessly repeated to get all their sense and bearing: You know very well that there can be no question of marriage between us--but only of love.
My father was a St. Bernard, my mother was a collie, but I am aPresbyterian. This is what my mother told me, I do not know these nicedistinctions myself. To me they are only fine large words meaningnothing. My mother had a fondness for such; she liked to say them, andsee other dogs look surprised and envious, as wondering how she got somuch education. But, indeed, it was not real education; it was onlyshow: she got the words by listening in the dining-room and drawing-room when there was company, and by going with the children to Sunday-school and listening there; and whenever she heard a large word she said it over to herself many times, and so was able to keep it until there was a dogmatic gathering in the neighborhood, then she would get it off, and surprise and distress them all, from pocket-pup to mastiff, which rewarded her for all her trouble. If there was a stranger he was nearly sure to be suspicious, and when he got his breath again he would ask her what it meant. And she always told him. He was never expecting this but thought he would catch her; so when she told him, he was the one thatlooked ashamed, whereas he had thought it was going to be she.
Is Shakespeare dead? : From my autobiography by Mark Twain takes a look at the parallels and closeness of works by Shakespeare and those of Francis Bacon.