Samson And Delilah

'Daybreak had come, and the sun was rising, when she said to me, how kind and considerate Mr. Copperfield had always been to her, and how he had borne with her, and told her, when she doubted herself, that a loving heart was better and stronger than wisdom, and that he was a happy man in hers. "Peggotty, my dear," she said then, "put me nearer to you," for she was very weak. "Lay your good arm underneath my neck," she said,
"and turn me to you, for your face is going far off, and I want it to be near." I put it as she asked; and oh Davy! the time had come when my first parting words to you were true - when she was glad to lay her poor head on her stupid cross old Peggotty's arm - and she died like a child that had gone to sleep!' ¡¡¡¡ Thus ended Peggotty's narration. From the moment of my knowing of the death of my mother, the idea of her as she had been of late had vanished from me. I remembered her, from that instant, only as the young mother of my earliest impressions, who had been used to wind her bright curls round and round h

Samson And Delilah

You make things difficult sometimes," Leia said as she shyly glanced at him. He had to agree. "I do, I really do." But he added, "You could be a little nicer,too. Come on, admit it, sometimes you think I'm all right." She let go of the lever and rubbed her sore hand. "Sometimes," she said with alittle smile, "maybe…occasionally, when you aren't acting the scoundrel." "Scoundrel?" he laughed, finding her choice of words endearing. "I like thesound of that." Without another word, he reached for Leia's hand and began to massage it. "Stop it," Leia protested. Han continued to hold her hand. "Stop what?" he asked softly. Leia felt flustered, confused, embarrassed—a hundred things in that moment.But her sense of dignity prevailed. "Stop that!" she said regally. "My hands aredirty." Han smiled at her feeble excuse, but held on to her hand and looked right intoher eyes. "My hands are dirty, too. What are you afraid of?"