A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... paused , panting and heated , and her hands feeling very sore . " Don't you think , Vaughan , if you didn't pull so hard , we should keep more even , perhaps ? " " But , as it is , I'm not putting out my strength , and then , you see ...
... paused , panting and heated , and her hands feeling very sore . " Don't you think , Vaughan , if you didn't pull so hard , we should keep more even , perhaps ? " " But , as it is , I'm not putting out my strength , and then , you see ...
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... pause in the conversation . But this time Vaughan filled it up by whistling . Caroline began to feel a little ashamed of her lazy position ; she moved restlessly . " You had better lie still , I think , 16 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
... pause in the conversation . But this time Vaughan filled it up by whistling . Caroline began to feel a little ashamed of her lazy position ; she moved restlessly . " You had better lie still , I think , 16 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
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... paused , with the bright damask and delicate pale roses arrested in her fingers . " Are you not ? " he repeated , as she was yet silent . " Oh , I was stopping to remember - if I could . I was trying to think - to measure how happy I am ...
... paused , with the bright damask and delicate pale roses arrested in her fingers . " Are you not ? " he repeated , as she was yet silent . " Oh , I was stopping to remember - if I could . I was trying to think - to measure how happy I am ...
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... pause of consideration . " What do you say , Caroline , to the idea of a ball on your birth - day ? " " Oh ! " Her eyes sparkled , the pensive curve " Do of her lips relaxed into the gayest smile . you really mean it , uncle ? " " I do ...
... pause of consideration . " What do you say , Caroline , to the idea of a ball on your birth - day ? " " Oh ! " Her eyes sparkled , the pensive curve " Do of her lips relaxed into the gayest smile . you really mean it , uncle ? " " I do ...
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... pause . " I think his friend is very selfish , " she then pro- nounced , warmly , " to insist on Vaughan staying with him just when he was coming home . He could have chosen some other time . He might be sure Vaughan wants to see us ...
... pause . " I think his friend is very selfish , " she then pro- nounced , warmly , " to insist on Vaughan staying with him just when he was coming home . He could have chosen some other time . He might be sure Vaughan wants to see us ...
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...