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“These bitter sorrows of childhood!”

These bitter sorrows of childhood! – when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.

The Mill on the Floss. GEORGE ELIOT.

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“Childhood has no forebodings”

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.

The Mill on the Floss. George Eliot.

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