A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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Marian James. Mr Hesketh , compassionately ; " it is a pity that Miss Kendal is not here to help you . " Miss Kendal had been Caroline's governess till a year before . Somehow , the young lady never heard her name , without a sensitive ...
Marian James. Mr Hesketh , compassionately ; " it is a pity that Miss Kendal is not here to help you . " Miss Kendal had been Caroline's governess till a year before . Somehow , the young lady never heard her name , without a sensitive ...
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... Miss Kendal , in her devotion to Lindley Murray , must have had a hard time with her rebellious pupil . " " Poor Miss Kendal ! " echoed Caroline , with a brief sigh , and then turned to her invitation notes again . Chapter iii . MR ...
... Miss Kendal , in her devotion to Lindley Murray , must have had a hard time with her rebellious pupil . " " Poor Miss Kendal ! " echoed Caroline , with a brief sigh , and then turned to her invitation notes again . Chapter iii . MR ...
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... Miss Kendal , yet she loved me ; I slighted her , but she was careful and thoughtful over me . And my uncle , how tender and kind he is to me . Why don't I A LORD OF THE CREATION . 41.
... Miss Kendal , yet she loved me ; I slighted her , but she was careful and thoughtful over me . And my uncle , how tender and kind he is to me . Why don't I A LORD OF THE CREATION . 41.
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... Miss Kendal , " he resumed , in a low tone . " ( Carry , won't you have some ham ? ) Is it of long stand- ing the correspondence , I mean ? " 66 No , thank you . Miss Kendal has written to me several times since she left Redwood ...
... Miss Kendal , " he resumed , in a low tone . " ( Carry , won't you have some ham ? ) Is it of long stand- ing the correspondence , I mean ? " 66 No , thank you . Miss Kendal has written to me several times since she left Redwood ...
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... Miss Kendal should be mentioned with respect , at least . " " I have no reason either to respect or to like her . There was not any love lost between us , I believe . I am sure she always behaved most un- pleasantly to me . I wish you ...
... Miss Kendal should be mentioned with respect , at least . " " I have no reason either to respect or to like her . There was not any love lost between us , I believe . I am sure she always behaved most un- pleasantly to me . I wish you ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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...