A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... Flowers are girls ' things ; I'm not a girl . " " Well , but " began Caroline , meditatively . However , her objection remained unuttered . Vaughan commenced whistling shrilly , and walked on at an increased pace . Presently Caro- line ...
... Flowers are girls ' things ; I'm not a girl . " " Well , but " began Caroline , meditatively . However , her objection remained unuttered . Vaughan commenced whistling shrilly , and walked on at an increased pace . Presently Caro- line ...
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... flower - beds here and there , and a sun- dial in the midst . Shrubberies , at all times rich and sedate with evergreens , luscious and brilliant in their seasons with lilac , syringa , and sweet - briar , rhododendron , and red English ...
... flower - beds here and there , and a sun- dial in the midst . Shrubberies , at all times rich and sedate with evergreens , luscious and brilliant in their seasons with lilac , syringa , and sweet - briar , rhododendron , and red English ...
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... flowers in the shrub- bery border caught her eye . She flitted across the lawn to gather them , singing in her clear but somewhat peculiar voice a fragment of some re- membered French song . She looked very well in her white dress ( Mr ...
... flowers in the shrub- bery border caught her eye . She flitted across the lawn to gather them , singing in her clear but somewhat peculiar voice a fragment of some re- membered French song . She looked very well in her white dress ( Mr ...
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... flowers in her lap . He laid his hand fondly on her head , and she turned round with a quick caressing gesture specially her own , and kissed the shrivelled , kind hand . " You are quite happy here , Caroline , are you not ? " he said ...
... flowers in her lap . He laid his hand fondly on her head , and she turned round with a quick caressing gesture specially her own , and kissed the shrivelled , kind hand . " You are quite happy here , Caroline , are you not ? " he said ...
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... momentary shadow that had fallen on his own , and he only smiled and stroked the rich braids of her hair , while she again gave her attention to her flowers . " Do you like ' expecting ' people as well A LORD OF THE CREATION . 25.
... momentary shadow that had fallen on his own , and he only smiled and stroked the rich braids of her hair , while she again gave her attention to her flowers . " Do you like ' expecting ' people as well A LORD OF THE CREATION . 25.
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...