Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

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Portrait of Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Elsie Venner — Chapter XIV (1891)

Old Sophy was as cunning as a red fox or a gray woodchuck. She had nothing in the world to do but to watch Elsie; she had nothing to care for but this girl and her father. She had never liked Dick too well; for he used to make faces at her and tease her when he was a boy, and now he was a man there was something about him--she could not tell what--that made her suspicious of him. It was no small matter to get her over to his side.
The jet-black Africans know that gold never looks so well as on the foil of their dark skins.
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Portrait of Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Elsie Venner — Chapter XIV (1891)

A man does not require much learning to feel pretty sure, when he takes one of those solid, smooth, velvet-leaved quartos, say a Baskerville Addison, for instance, bound in red morocco, with a margin of gold as rich as the embroidery of a prince's collar, as Vandyck drew it,--he need not know much to feel pretty sure that a score or two of shelves full of such books mean that it took a long purse, as well as a literary taste, to bring them together.
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