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I Was Thinking, That When My Time Comes, I Should Be Sorry If The Only Plea I Had To Offer Was That Of Justice. Because It Might Mean That Only Justice Would Be Meted Out To Me.

It's A Mystery To Me How Anyone Ever Gets Any Nourishment In This Place. They Must Eat Their Meals Standing Up By The Window So As To Be Sure Of Not Missing Anything.

Things Go Entirely Differently From The Way You Planned Them.

To Count - Really And Truly To Count - A Woman Must Have Goodness Or Brains.

Wonderful Things, Horses. Never Know What They Will Do, Or Won't Do.