She felt in him a maker of facts She was not his match--To speak would be to succumb She disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her She had no longer anything to resent: she was obliged to weep She stood with a dignity that the word did not express She dealt in the flashes which connect ideas She began to feel that this was life in earnest She might turn out good, if well guarded for a time She sought, by looking hard, to understand it better She was thrust away because because he had offended She seemed really a soaring bird brought down by the fowler She can make puddens and pies She was not, happily, one of the women who betray strong feeling Should we leave a good deed half done Showery, replied the admiral, as his cocked-hat was knocked off Shun comparisons Shuns the statuesque pathetic, or any kind of posturing Sign that the evil had reached from pricks to pokes Silence and such signs are like revelations in black night Silence was their only protection to the Nice Feelings Silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love Silence was doing the work of a scourge Simple obstinacy of will sustained her Simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can Simplicity is the keenest weapon Sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be Sinners are not to repent only in words Slap and pinch and starve our appetites Slave of existing conventions Slaves of the priests Sleepless night Slightest taste for comic analysis that does not tumble to farce Small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers Small things producing great consequences Smallest of our gratifications in life could give a happy tone Smart remarks have their measured distances Smile she had in reserve for serviceable persons Smoky receptacle cherishing millions Smothered in its pudding-bed of the grotesque (obesity) Snatch her from a possessor who forfeited by undervaluing her Snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer So the frog telleth tadpoles So it is when you play at Life! When you will not go straight So long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat So says the minute Years are before you So indulgent when they drop their blot on a lady's character So much for morality in those days! So are great deeds judged when the danger's past (as easy) Socially and politically mean one thing in the end Soft slumber of a strength never yet called forth Solitude is pasturage for a suspicion Some so-called laws of honour Something of the hare in us when the hounds are full cry Sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you South-western Island has few attractions to other than invalids Spare me that word "female" as long as you live Speech that has to be hauled from the depths usually betrays Speech is poor where emotion is extreme Speech was a scourge to her sense of hearing Spiritualism, and on the balm that it was