A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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Página 39
... close to it ? " " I don't know ; I haven't stopped to think ; I have been too busy . Of course it does , though ; it must . A ball - a real ball ! I never was at a real ball in all my life . " " In all your life ! " repeated Mr Hesketh ...
... close to it ? " " I don't know ; I haven't stopped to think ; I have been too busy . Of course it does , though ; it must . A ball - a real ball ! I never was at a real ball in all my life . " " In all your life ! " repeated Mr Hesketh ...
Página 77
... 're waiting for our coffee , " he intimated . She rose at once , crushed the letter into her pocket , and resumed her place at the urn . Vaughan seated himself close beside her , and the length of A LORD OF THE CREATION . 77.
... 're waiting for our coffee , " he intimated . She rose at once , crushed the letter into her pocket , and resumed her place at the urn . Vaughan seated himself close beside her , and the length of A LORD OF THE CREATION . 77.
Página 78
Marian James. seated himself close beside her , and the length of the table almost estranged them from Mr Farquhar , who sat at the further end . Breakfast commenced . Vaughan trifled with his spoon , and made intensely earnest efforts ...
Marian James. seated himself close beside her , and the length of the table almost estranged them from Mr Farquhar , who sat at the further end . Breakfast commenced . Vaughan trifled with his spoon , and made intensely earnest efforts ...
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... close one's eyes , physically and mentally , to enjoy . He lazily opened his , when at last she ceased playing , and rose from the instrument . " Don't go yet , Carry ; it's so pleasant . " " But I must see my uncle now . You know the ...
... close one's eyes , physically and mentally , to enjoy . He lazily opened his , when at last she ceased playing , and rose from the instrument . " Don't go yet , Carry ; it's so pleasant . " " But I must see my uncle now . You know the ...
Página 85
... close to the fire , and with that fiery dress- ing - gown on . You will come down to lunch , won't you ? " 66 Surely . Come here , my child . " She came , and knelt down beside his chair . He gently turned her face , so that he could ...
... close to the fire , and with that fiery dress- ing - gown on . You will come down to lunch , won't you ? " 66 Surely . Come here , my child . " She came , and knelt down beside his chair . He gently turned her face , so that he could ...
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...