A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... minute or two she 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 ...
... minute or two she 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 ...
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... 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 stood facing him . But the ...
... 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 stood facing him . But the ...
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... minute . He had been thinking of her ; she had wronged him . How delicious it was to hate herself for having been unjust to him ! Yet another look was exchanged , an uplift one from her , eloquent of gladness , and of frank affec- tion ...
... minute . He had been thinking of her ; she had wronged him . How delicious it was to hate herself for having been unjust to him ! Yet another look was exchanged , an uplift one from her , eloquent of gladness , and of frank affec- tion ...
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... minute fully con- scious of her lace , and pearls , and gold - embroidered slippers . At the last stair she paused . Vaughan held out his hand , as if to lead her into the room by the door of which they were standing . But before ...
... minute fully con- scious of her lace , and pearls , and gold - embroidered slippers . At the last stair she paused . Vaughan held out his hand , as if to lead her into the room by the door of which they were standing . But before ...
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... minute Mr Far- quhar's look changed . Miss Maturin passed , and as she went by smiled up brightly at Mr Hesketh ; the edge of the smile seemed lightly to touch the face of his companion , and the brown face looked disturbed for an ...
... minute Mr Far- quhar's look changed . Miss Maturin passed , and as she went by smiled up brightly at Mr Hesketh ; the edge of the smile seemed lightly to touch the face of his companion , and the brown face looked disturbed for an ...
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...