"But such
divergence of opinion would constitute no menace to society.
Every time that he returned hither he was conscious of this
divergence, and since he had last shared in the Vicarage life it had grown even more distinctly foreign to his own than usual.
On the imposing expanse of the great estuary the traffic of the port where so much of the world's work and the world's thinking is being done becomes insignificant, scattered, streaming away in thin lines of ships stringing themselves out into the eastern quarter through the various navigable channels of which the Nore lightship marks the
divergence. The coasting traffic inclines to the north; the deep-water ships steer east with a southern inclination, on through the Downs, to the most remote ends of the world.
This fundamental subject of Natural Selection will be treated at some length in the fourth chapter; and we shall then see how Natural Selection almost inevitably causes much Extinction of the less improved forms of life and induces what I have called
Divergence of Character.
There was sufficient
divergence of type, as well as of individual beauty, to allow of fair comment; Lady Arabella represented the aristocratic type, and Lilla that of the commonalty.
He, like Sir Patrick, acknowledged the scandalous
divergence of opinions produced by the confusion and uncertainty of the marriage-law of Scotland.
The race
divergence under the system of miseducation was fast getting wider.
It is the very demon for conveying similarities of sound that are miracles of
divergence from similarity of sense.
Hence I think there is not much difficulty in understanding the ascent of the fine lines projected from a spider's spinners, and afterwards of the spider itself; the
divergence of the lines has been attempted to be explained, I believe by Mr.
This little
divergence from the subject in hand, had, of course, the intended effect of turning all eyes to Mr.
But her face was a larger and freer copy, and her mouth in especial a happy
divergence from that conservative orifice, a little pair of lips at once plump and pinched, that looked, when closed, as if they could not open wider than to swallow a gooseberry or to emit an "Oh, dear, no!" which probably had been thought to give the finishing touch to the aristocratic prettiness of the Lady Emmeline Atheling as represented, forty years before, in several Books of Beauty.
As if the homeless soul of Stevie had flown for shelter straight to the breast of his sister, guardian and protector, the resemblance of her face with that of her brother grew at every step, even to the droop of the lower lip, even to the slight
divergence of the eyes.