Mary Barton [by E.C. Gaskell]. |
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... Alice was , to return and tell Margaret ) , and she accordingly went in to inform the latter of her change of purpose , and the cause of it ; but on entering the house she found Job sitting alone , looking sad enough . She told A TALE ...
... Alice was , to return and tell Margaret ) , and she accordingly went in to inform the latter of her change of purpose , and the cause of it ; but on entering the house she found Job sitting alone , looking sad enough . She told A TALE ...
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... Alice Wil- son was going on . So , eating her crust - of - bread breakfast , she passed rapidly along the streets . She remembered afterwards the little groups of people she had seen , eagerly hear- ing , and imparting news ; but at the ...
... Alice Wil- son was going on . So , eating her crust - of - bread breakfast , she passed rapidly along the streets . She remembered afterwards the little groups of people she had seen , eagerly hear- ing , and imparting news ; but at the ...
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... Alice's . But nothing - no one else . Alice was much the same , or rather better of the two , they told her ; at any rate she could speak , though it was sad rambling talk . Would Mary like to see her ? Of course she would . Many are ...
... Alice's . But nothing - no one else . Alice was much the same , or rather better of the two , they told her ; at any rate she could speak , though it was sad rambling talk . Would Mary like to see her ? Of course she would . Many are ...
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... Alice awed them into silence . There she lay with the rosy colour , absent from her face since the days of childhood , flushed once more into it by her sickness nigh unto death . She lay on the affected side , and with her other arm she ...
... Alice awed them into silence . There she lay with the rosy colour , absent from her face since the days of childhood , flushed once more into it by her sickness nigh unto death . She lay on the affected side , and with her other arm she ...
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... Alice's face changed ; she looked sorrowful , almost penitent . " Oh , Sally ! I wish we'd told her . She thinks we were in church all morning , and we've gone on deceiv- ing her . If we'd told her at first how it was - how sweet th ...
... Alice's face changed ; she looked sorrowful , almost penitent . " Oh , Sally ! I wish we'd told her . She thinks we were in church all morning , and we've gone on deceiv- ing her . If we'd told her at first how it was - how sweet th ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
alibi Alice Ancoats answer asked aunt Aunt Esther blessing Bridgenorth Carson Charley Charley Jones Cheshire child comfort court Davenport dead dear death door dread Esther eyes face father fear feeling felt getten girl give Gloppened gone hand Harry Carson head heard heart hope human voice innocent Jane Wilson Jem Wilson Jem's Job Legh John Barton John Cropper Kirkdale knew listened Liverpool looked Manchester Margaret Mary Barton Mary's mind Miss Simmonds morning mother murderer never night nought nurse once policeman poor racter replied round sail Sally seemed sight silence sleep Sophy sorrow speak spoke stood street Sturgis sure talking tears tell thee thing thou thou'rt thought to-morrow told tone took trial truth turned voice watching wench wish woman words young
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Página 305 - Touch us gently, Time ! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently, — as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream ! Humble voyagers are We, Husband, wife, and children three — (One is lost, — an angel, fled To the azure overhead ! ) Touch us gently, Time! We've not proud nor soaring wings : Our ambition, our content Lies in simple things. Humble voyagers are We, O'er Life's dim unsounded sea, Seeking only some calm clime : — Touch us gently, gentle Time ! EBENEZER ELLIOTT.
Página 68 - There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up.
Página 21 - Fantastic passions ! maddening brawl ! And shame and terror over all ! Deeds to be hid which were not hid, Which all confused I could not know, Whether I suffered, or I did : For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe, My own or others...
Página 311 - For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is His mercy toward them that fear Him. As far as the east is from the west, so far hath He removed our transgressions from us.
Página 216 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Página 148 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Página 117 - Something there was — what, none presumed to say; Clouds lightly passing on a smiling day, — Whispers and hints which went from ear to ear, And mix'd reports no judge on earth could clear.
Página 266 - ... of the hearing of all loving words —out of my sight for ever. He was my sunshine, and now it is night! Oh, my God! comfort me, comfort me !" cried the old man, aloud. The eyes of John Barton grew dim with tears. Rich and poor, masters and men, were then brothers in the deep suffering of the heart...
Página 297 - it's hard to say : John Barton was not a man to take counsel with people; nor did he make many words about his doings. So I can only judge from his way of thinking and talking in general, never having heard him breathe a syllable concerning this matter in particular. You see he were sadly put about to make great riches and great poverty square with Christ's Gospel...
Página 200 - And who was he, the questioner, that he should dare so lightly to ask of her heart's secrets ? That he should dare to ask her to tell, before that multitude assembled there, what woman usually whispers with blushes and tears, and many hesitations, to one ear alone...