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Miss: A title with which we brand unmarried women to indicate that they are in the market. Miss, Misses (Mrs.) read more
Miss: A title with which we brand unmarried women to indicate that they are in the market. Miss, Misses (Mrs.) and Mister (Mr.) are the three most distinctly disagreeable words in the language, in sound and sense. Two are corruptions of Mistress, the other of Master. If we must have them, let us be consistent and give one to the unmarried man. I venture to suggest Mush, abbreviated to MH.
A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving
favour rather than silver and gold.
A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving
favour rather than silver and gold.
Above any Greek or Roman name.
Above any Greek or Roman name.
I have a passion for the name of "Mary,"
For once it was a magic sound to me,
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I have a passion for the name of "Mary,"
For once it was a magic sound to me,
And still it half calls up the realms of fairy,
Where I beheld what never was to be.
Known by the sobriquet of "The Artful Dodger."
Known by the sobriquet of "The Artful Dodger."
File names are infinite in length where infinity is set to 255 characters.
File names are infinite in length where infinity is set to 255 characters.
The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for read more
The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for love.
"Brooks of Sheffield": "'Somebody's sharp.' 'Who is?'" asked the
gentleman, laughing. I looked up quickly, being curious to know. read more
"Brooks of Sheffield": "'Somebody's sharp.' 'Who is?'" asked the
gentleman, laughing. I looked up quickly, being curious to know.
"Only Brooks of Sheffield," said Mr. Murdstone. I was glad to
find it was only Brooks of Sheffield; for at first I really
thought that it was I.
The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot,
And when fate writ my name it made a blot.
The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot,
And when fate writ my name it made a blot.
