A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... looked up , her large eyes all dazed and wondering , at this sudden summons back to real life . " I'm going out on the lake . Come ; I'll give you another rowing lesson . " 66 Oh - directly ? " with a pathetic glance at the dear book ...
... looked up , her large eyes all dazed and wondering , at this sudden summons back to real life . " I'm going out on the lake . Come ; I'll give you another rowing lesson . " 66 Oh - directly ? " with a pathetic glance at the dear book ...
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... looked as though it actually gathered in some of the sunshine . Presently her clear voice broke forth in a fragment of some French chanson - one of the few indications which yet remained of the child's early foreign experiences ...
... looked as though it actually gathered in some of the sunshine . Presently her clear voice broke forth in a fragment of some French chanson - one of the few indications which yet remained of the child's early foreign experiences ...
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... looked up , gave a sob- bing sort of sigh , and submitted with docile readi- ness to all his arrangements . He pulled off his coat to make a pillow for her head , declaring he should be warm enough with rowing . How did she feel ? Was ...
... looked up , gave a sob- bing sort of sigh , and submitted with docile readi- ness to all his arrangements . He pulled off his coat to make a pillow for her head , declaring he should be warm enough with rowing . How did she feel ? Was ...
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... looked up wistfully as she passed . " Do you feel all right ? " Vaughan asked her , as they came in sight of the house . And hardly waiting for her quick affirmative , he went on- " I wonder what made you ill . It was queer - all on a ...
... looked up wistfully as she passed . " Do you feel all right ? " Vaughan asked her , as they came in sight of the house . And hardly waiting for her quick affirmative , he went on- " I wonder what made you ill . It was queer - all on a ...
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... went " and the boat spun tremendously , didn't it ? Poor Carry ! " He laughed , and so did she . Very gaily they thus re - entered the house . Chapter ii . REDWOOD looked especially pleasant on summer afternoons 18 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
... went " and the boat spun tremendously , didn't it ? Poor Carry ! " He laughed , and so did she . Very gaily they thus re - entered the house . Chapter ii . REDWOOD looked especially pleasant on summer afternoons 18 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
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...