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1 " was a good mother to her three children, but there was no vitality in her. She died — if not of a broken heart, of a bruised one — when her youngest child, a daughter, was eight years old. "
― D.E. Stevenson , Peter West
2 " Thunder and lightning!” cried the huge man when he came within speaking distance of the little minister — “thunder and lightning! if it isn’t Mr Maclaren himself! Not a day older — man, you’re a wonder! "
3 " Perhaps it was inevitable that this quixotic boy should fall in love with Mary Kerr. She was so small and frail, so pathetic in her helplessness, and in her resignation to her fate. The boatman seemed a bully — the most despicable trait in the boy’s eyes; sympathy for her came to him at their first meeting, a passionate pity that wrung his tender heart, and love followed with startling rapidity. "
4 " Brownlow had dreaded coming back to Kintoul, but he found that there was nothing to fear. He was scarcely even sad; there was no awakening of that misery which had driven him hither and thither like a leaf in the autumn wind for so many weary years. "
5 " It suddenly struck him that life was very unfair. You had to decide your whole life before you had any experience to guide you. Youth makes the bed, and middle age has, perforce, to lie upon it. The experience of others, however wise, is of no use to youth. Each soul must adventure of itself blindly into the dark. Perhaps, however, it is as well that youth does not know or reck of the dangers and sorrows with which the path of life is beset. "
6 " It is difficult to exaggerate the power that such a woman can obtain over such a man. Peter was by no means a weak character, but he was too gentle, too knightly, too chivalrous, to have the slightest chance against her wiles. "
7 " An American travelling acquaintance once said to Peter: “I guess you like to look on at life from a third-floor window.” It was such a startling insight into his character that Peter was quite alarmed. "
8 " Peter’s sensitiveness of perception was acute. He knew exactly what the independent old farmer-ferryman was thinking; he understood and in a measure sympathised with his feelings. Peter was like that — he could always see the other fellow’s point of view. His mother had been immensely large-hearted and tolerant, and she had brought up her son to loathe intolerance as one of the deadly sins. "
9 " Was it this? Unlike as they were in everything upon which human friendship is usually based — unlike in upbringing, in modes of life, in habits, interests, and thoughts, poles apart in station and in appearance, there was yet a bond between them which needed no forging, but sprang suddenly and strongly into being at their first contact. "