It is the air which we breathe that fills our lungs and gives us life and light. It is that which refreshes us if pure, or sinks us into stagnation if it be foul. Let me for awhile inhale the breath of an invigorating literature. Sit down, Mr. Mackinnon; I have a question that I must put to you. And then she succeeded in carrying him off into a corner. As far as I could see he went willingly enough at that time.
by Anthony Trollope
by Herman Melville
by Jane Austen
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