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I Cannot Live Without My Life! I Cannot Live Without My Soul!

If You Ever Looked At Me Once With What I Know Is In You, I'd Be Your Slave.

She Went Of Her Own Accord,' Answered The Master; 'she Has A Right To Go If She Please. Trouble Me No More About Her. Hereafter She Is Only Me Sister In Name: Not Because I Disown Her, But Because She Has Disowned Me.

But There's This One Difference: One Is Gold Put To The Use Of Paving-stones, And The Other Is Tin Polished To Ape A Service Of Silver. Mine Has Nothing Valuable About It; Yet I Shall Have The Merit Of Making It Go As Far As Such Poor Stuff Can Go. His Had First-rate Qualities, And They Are Lost, Rendered Worst Than Unavailing.

The Tyrant Grinds Down His Slaves And They Don't Turn Against Him, They Crush Those Beneath Them.