A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... Vigny is her name , for she married a French gentleman . " " A widow ! Then she is an old lady ! " " By no means ; quite young . early . " She married " But how is it she ... Madame de Vigny will be of the family A LORD OF THE CREATION . 153.
... Vigny is her name , for she married a French gentleman . " " A widow ! Then she is an old lady ! " " By no means ; quite young . early . " She married " But how is it she ... Madame de Vigny will be of the family A LORD OF THE CREATION . 153.
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Marian James. " And Madame de Vigny will be of the family sometimes ? " “ Sometimes ; yes , she will be of ' my family , ' as you call it . I like the term , it has an imposing sound , " remarked Miss Kendal . " I hope Blanche will be a ...
Marian James. " And Madame de Vigny will be of the family sometimes ? " “ Sometimes ; yes , she will be of ' my family , ' as you call it . I like the term , it has an imposing sound , " remarked Miss Kendal . " I hope Blanche will be a ...
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... Madame de Vigny . " " Oh , I know ! " cried Caroline , in glee . " She is a niece of Lady Camilla Blair's . She is going to stay with Miss Kendal at Beacon's Cottage . She was to arrive by this evening's train . " " She has arrived ...
... Madame de Vigny . " " Oh , I know ! " cried Caroline , in glee . " She is a niece of Lady Camilla Blair's . She is going to stay with Miss Kendal at Beacon's Cottage . She was to arrive by this evening's train . " " She has arrived ...
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... Madame de Vigny , to - morrow , if I can . Per- haps , though , they would come here this evening . " " Oh , don't ask them , " said Vaughan , hastily ; " let us at least have our evenings to ourselves . " " Unsociable ! " smilingly she ...
... Madame de Vigny , to - morrow , if I can . Per- haps , though , they would come here this evening . " " Oh , don't ask them , " said Vaughan , hastily ; " let us at least have our evenings to ourselves . " " Unsociable ! " smilingly she ...
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... Madame de Vigny . Nevertheless , his attention was so engrossed , that he was conscious of no entrance , no approach , till a rather deep , equable , quiet voice addressed him , and looking round , he saw Miss Kendal beside him , with ...
... Madame de Vigny . Nevertheless , his attention was so engrossed , that he was conscious of no entrance , no approach , till a rather deep , equable , quiet voice addressed him , and looking round , he saw Miss Kendal beside him , with ...
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appeared asked Beacon's Cottage beautiful began better Blanche bling Bracebridge brown hill cambric Caro Caroline Caroline's Carry chair cheek child clasped colour companion cried Crooksforth Dear Vaughan door drew earnest Elizabeth Kendal eyes face Farquhar feel felt flowers flush gaze George Farquhar girl glad glance grace hand happy head heard heart hill keth knew lady laughing leaned light lips listen looked Madame de Vigny minute Miss Kendal Miss Maturin moorlands morning mother-of-pearl never old gentleman once pain pale passionate pause pleasant pleasure poor present pretty quhar quiet Redwood reply rose round seemed silence silver birch smile sofa sort spoke stood strange sudden suppose sweet talk tell tenderness terrace things thought Thurlston told tone took truth turned uncle uncle's uttered Vaughan Hesketh voice walk watch Windleton window wish words young
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Página 328 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Página 328 - The swift swallow pursueth the flies smale; The busy bee her honey now she mings ; Winter is worn that was the flowers' bale. And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays; and yet my sorrow springs.
Página 328 - The soote season that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill, and eke the vale; The nightingale, with feathers new, she sings; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come ! for every spray now springs; The hart hath hung his old head o'er the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he Sings; The fishes float with new repaired scale; The adder all her slough away she flings; The swift swallow pursueth the flies small; The busy bee her honey new she brings. Winter is...