A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... fellow - schoolboy the privilege of choice , I presume ; you owe at least as much deference to a lady . " Vaughan coloured , bit his lip , and turned aside , swinging his switch with embarrassed ve- hemence . A LORD OF THE CREATION . 7.
... fellow - schoolboy the privilege of choice , I presume ; you owe at least as much deference to a lady . " Vaughan coloured , bit his lip , and turned aside , swinging his switch with embarrassed ve- hemence . A LORD OF THE CREATION . 7.
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... lady " in question , she sprang from her cosy corner , flung aside the en- grossing volume , flushing up all the time till her face was like a red June rose , and her eyes shone through sudden dews— “ I want to go , uncle . I asked ...
... lady " in question , she sprang from her cosy corner , flung aside the en- grossing volume , flushing up all the time till her face was like a red June rose , and her eyes shone through sudden dews— “ I want to go , uncle . I asked ...
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... lady never heard her name , without a sensitive flush and quiver coming to her face . It was a strange truth that , during the last few months of her pupilage , Caroline , until then so fond of Miss Kendal , had apparently felt less ...
... lady never heard her name , without a sensitive flush and quiver coming to her face . It was a strange truth that , during the last few months of her pupilage , Caroline , until then so fond of Miss Kendal , had apparently felt less ...
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... lady , " You have a beautiful country around you , I believe ! " " " It is considered so , " she replied , with embar- rassed politeness . She was too much of a child to be at all expert in that art of cold courtesy which drops ...
... lady , " You have a beautiful country around you , I believe ! " " " It is considered so , " she replied , with embar- rassed politeness . She was too much of a child to be at all expert in that art of cold courtesy which drops ...
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... or it is nothing . Caroline did not see in Bessy Windleton , pretty little sylph as she was , or in either of the two accomplished , handsome daughters of Sir John and Lady Bracebridge , that ideal per- A LORD OF THE CREATION . 51.
... or it is nothing . Caroline did not see in Bessy Windleton , pretty little sylph as she was , or in either of the two accomplished , handsome daughters of Sir John and Lady Bracebridge , that ideal per- A LORD OF THE CREATION . 51.
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...