A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... door into the cor- ridor , in sublime silence . Caroline followed . took down his cap from the peg where it hung beside her own hat and garden tippet . Having pulled his cap well over his eyes , he put his hands in his pockets , and ...
... door into the cor- ridor , in sublime silence . Caroline followed . took down his cap from the peg where it hung beside her own hat and garden tippet . Having pulled his cap well over his eyes , he put his hands in his pockets , and ...
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... doors all day ; and I want my little Lina to look blooming this evening . " " You are very good to your little Lina , always , " cried she , with sudden earnestness . " You think about her so much . I wish I deserved 99 But even while ...
... doors all day ; and I want my little Lina to look blooming this evening . " " You are very good to your little Lina , always , " cried she , with sudden earnestness . " You think about her so much . I wish I deserved 99 But even while ...
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... door . " Let me see you for a minute , Carry . Mayn't I come in ? " She went to the door and opened it . She had an idea of looking very cool and indifferent , and certainly her figure grew erect in an involuntary stateliness , as she ...
... door . " Let me see you for a minute , Carry . Mayn't I come in ? " She went to the door and opened it . She had an idea of looking very cool and indifferent , and certainly her figure grew erect in an involuntary stateliness , as she ...
Página 46
... door , and ran in to dress , as quickly as she could , while looking ever and anon at her bracelet , and trem- bling with happiness , real , present , tangible , and recognisable , such as seldom comes within the ex- perience of human ...
... door , and ran in to dress , as quickly as she could , while looking ever and anon at her bracelet , and trem- bling with happiness , real , present , tangible , and recognisable , such as seldom comes within the ex- perience of human ...
Página 47
... held out his hand , as if to lead her into the room by the door of which they were standing . But before passing in , an introduction was to take place . " Caroline , let me introduce my friend Mr Far- A LORD OF THE CREATION . 47.
... held out his hand , as if to lead her into the room by the door of which they were standing . But before passing in , an introduction was to take place . " Caroline , let me introduce my friend Mr Far- A LORD OF THE CREATION . 47.
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
Passagens conhecidas
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...