work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5826,Magnetism,Reading,2005-05-09 00:00:00 UTC,"The instant I had uttered these words, I felt what it was that I had done. There was a magnetical sympathy between me and my patron, so that their effect was not sooner produced upon him, than my own mind reproached me with the inhumanity of the allusion. Our confusion was mutual. The blood forsook at once the transparent complexion of Mr. Falkland, and then ruched back again with rapidity and fierceness. I dared not utter a word, lest I should commit a new error worse than that into which I had just fallen. After a short, but severe struggle to continue the conversation, Mr. Falkland began with trepidation, but afterwards became calmer:--
(p. 186)",,15563,"•Note the momentary transparency of Falkland. On the page that follows Falkland looks at Caleb ""as if he would see my very soul"" (187)","""There was a magnetical sympathy between me and my patron""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:43:59 UTC,""
7396,"",Reading,2013-05-29 19:37:09 UTC,"""With Julia Franklin,"" said Belcour. The name, like a sudden spark of electric fire, seemed for a moment to suspend his faculties--for a moment he was transfixed; but recovering, he caught Belcour's hand, and cried--'Stop! stop! I beseech you, name not the lovely Julia and the wretched Montraville in the same breath. I am a seducer, a mean, ungenerous seducer of unsuspecting innocence. I dare not hope that purity like her's would stoop to unite itself with black, premeditated guilt: yet by heavens I swear, Belcour, I thought I loved the lost, abandoned Charlotte till I saw Julia--I thought I never could forsake her; but the heart is deceitful, and I now can plainly discriminate between the impulse of a youthful passion, and the pure flame of disinterested affection.""
(II.xxiv, pp. 52-3; p. 93 in Penguin edition)",,20237,"","""The name, like a sudden spark of electric fire, seemed for a moment to suspend his faculties--for a moment he was transfixed; but recovering, he caught Belcour's hand, and cried--'Stop! stop! I beseech you, name not the lovely Julia and the wretched Montraville in the same breath.""","",2013-05-29 19:37:09 UTC,Chapter XXIV. Mystery Developed
7591,"",Searching in ECCO-TCP,2013-08-16 06:03:38 UTC,"But whatever were Julia's real sensations, her conduct was irreproachable. Her ideas of rectitude were of the most exalted kind; and no pain would have been so insufferable to her pure and feeling bosom, as the conciousness of having in the smallest degree deviated from those principles of delicacy, truth, integrity, and honour, which were not only the inviolable sentiments of her soul, but the stedfast rules of her actions. If her heart was not quite at peace, its exquisite sensibility was corrected by the influence of reason; as the quivering needle, though subject to some variations, still tends to one fixed point.
(I.xi, p. 128)",,22189,"","""If her heart was not quite at peace, its exquisite sensibility was corrected by the influence of reason; as the quivering needle, though subject to some variations, still tends to one fixed point.""",Metal,2013-08-16 06:03:38 UTC,"Vol. I, Chap. xi"