A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... take you there . That will be the best plan . " " Ah , he will be here in a week now ! " cried the girl , rising to the surface of things , with a deep - drawn breath of much pleasure and satis- faction 22 22 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
... take you there . That will be the best plan . " " Ah , he will be here in a week now ! " cried the girl , rising to the surface of things , with a deep - drawn breath of much pleasure and satis- faction 22 22 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
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Marian James. deep - drawn breath of much pleasure and satis- faction . After all , she lived thoroughly and keenly in the outside world , at most times . She was a sentient being in the fullest degree : her perceptions were exquisitely ...
Marian James. deep - drawn breath of much pleasure and satis- faction . After all , she lived thoroughly and keenly in the outside world , at most times . She was a sentient being in the fullest degree : her perceptions were exquisitely ...
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... pleasure ; is it not , my little Lina ? " " I am not sure . Ah , you are laughing , but it is true . If one did not half fear disappointment , expectation would not be so keen , so earnest , and would not fill up one's life SO much ...
... pleasure ; is it not , my little Lina ? " " I am not sure . Ah , you are laughing , but it is true . If one did not half fear disappointment , expectation would not be so keen , so earnest , and would not fill up one's life SO much ...
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... pleasure even then , in regarding the delicate white lace of the robe , the tasteful fashion in which it was made , and the completeness of all the ap- pointments , from the embroidered satin shoes to the exquisite fan of snowy feathers ...
... pleasure even then , in regarding the delicate white lace of the robe , the tasteful fashion in which it was made , and the completeness of all the ap- pointments , from the embroidered satin shoes to the exquisite fan of snowy feathers ...
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... pleasure . The gentleman with the beard then moved away , and Caroline looked up to Vaughan inquiringly . “ You did not ask me to dance , " she said , gravely ; " why did you say I had promised ? I 56 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
... pleasure . The gentleman with the beard then moved away , and Caroline looked up to Vaughan inquiringly . “ You did not ask me to dance , " she said , gravely ; " why did you say I had promised ? I 56 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...