A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... repudiate the companionship even of a little girl- particularly as the little girl in question was viva- cious , intelligent , active , and clever , and practi- cally sympathised with him in all his pursuits , and 4 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
... repudiate the companionship even of a little girl- particularly as the little girl in question was viva- cious , intelligent , active , and clever , and practi- cally sympathised with him in all his pursuits , and 4 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
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... 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 Vaughan to ...
... 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 Vaughan to ...
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... question , cautiously com- piled , but put with an air of entire carelessness . 66 Ah - yes . I like expecting Vaughan , " she replied , promptly . " It makes the weeks before quite rosy , and the two or three days before the day , oh ...
... question , cautiously com- piled , but put with an air of entire carelessness . 66 Ah - yes . I like expecting Vaughan , " she replied , promptly . " It makes the weeks before quite rosy , and the two or three days before the day , oh ...
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... question is what is best , not what is dearest . " " People ought to love dearest what is best , " pronounced the legislator of seventeen . " That ends the question , " said Mr Farquhar , laughing . Caroline felt her old displeasure ...
... question is what is best , not what is dearest . " " People ought to love dearest what is best , " pronounced the legislator of seventeen . " That ends the question , " said Mr Farquhar , laughing . Caroline felt her old displeasure ...
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... question . I am his adopt- ed son - his heir : to me he looks for help - for comfort . If , instead of this , I but bring him new troubles , it is enough to break his heart . His in- dignation , his displeasure , I could bear - but 106 ...
... question . I am his adopt- ed son - his heir : to me he looks for help - for comfort . If , instead of this , I but bring him new troubles , it is enough to break his heart . His in- dignation , his displeasure , I could bear - but 106 ...
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...