Mary Wollstonecraft

Mary Wollstonecraft

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Portrait of Mary Wollstonecraft Mary Wollstonecraft Mary: A Fiction — Chapter XX

We know that many run the race; but he that striveth obtaineth the crown of victory. Our race is an arduous one! How many are betrayed by traitors lodged in their own breasts, who wear the garb of Virtue, and are so near akin; we sigh to think they should ever lead into folly, and slide imperceptibly into vice. Surely any thing like happiness is madness!
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Portrait of Mary Wollstonecraft Mary Wollstonecraft Mary: A Fiction — Chapter XX

The Lord God Omnipotent reigned, and would reign for ever, and ever!--Why then did she fear the sorrows that were passing away, when she knew that He would bind up the broken-hearted, and receive those who came out of great tribulation. She retired to her cabin; and wrote in the little book that was now her only confident. It was after midnight.
"At this solemn hour, the great day of judgment fills my thoughts; the day of retribution, when the secrets of all hearts will be revealed; when all worldly distinctions will fade away, and be no more seen.
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Portrait of Mary Wollstonecraft Mary Wollstonecraft Mary: A Fiction — Chapter XX

Mary then left her bed, and went on deck, to survey the contending elements: the scene accorded with the present state of her soul; she thought in a few hours I may go home; the prisoner may be released. The vessel rose on a wave and descended into a yawning gulph--Not slower did her mounting soul return to earth, for--Ah! her treasure and her heart was there. The squalls rattled amongst the sails, which were quickly taken down; the wind would then die away, and the wild undirected waves rushed on every side with a tremendous roar.
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