A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... his pockets , and proceeded to whistle while slowly walking round the billiard - table , which occupied the centre of the hall . At the door , however , he suffered himself to be arrested by the 8 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
... his pockets , and proceeded to whistle while slowly walking round the billiard - table , which occupied the centre of the hall . At the door , however , he suffered himself to be arrested by the 8 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
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... round again . " I can't do it , " she piteously exclaimed , looking round at Vaughan . " I'd rather sit by the rudder , and see you row , for a little while . " " Oh , I daresay , " he began , laughing ; but even while he laughed , her ...
... round again . " I can't do it , " she piteously exclaimed , looking round at Vaughan . " I'd rather sit by the rudder , and see you row , for a little while . " " Oh , I daresay , " he began , laughing ; but even while he laughed , her ...
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... round , " he suggested ; " that was it ; don't you think so ? " " Perhaps it was , " she said , gladly . " You did not look pale till then , " he went " and the boat spun tremendously , didn't it ? Poor Carry ! " He laughed , and so did ...
... round , " he suggested ; " that was it ; don't you think so ? " " Perhaps it was , " she said , gladly . " You did not look pale till then , " he went " and the boat spun tremendously , didn't it ? Poor Carry ! " He laughed , and so did ...
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... round with a quick caressing gesture specially her own , and kissed the shrivelled , kind hand . " You are quite happy here , Caroline , are you not ? " he said , after a little while . She was busy arranging her flowers , but she ...
... round with a quick caressing gesture specially her own , and kissed the shrivelled , kind hand . " You are quite happy here , Caroline , are you not ? " he said , after a little while . She was busy arranging her flowers , but she ...
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... round on the grass , in uncontrollable glee . " And above and beyond all , oh female vanity , " went on the old gentleman , " you shall choose a dress for the occasion . What shall it be ? Gos- samer and spangles ? Pink satin and gold ...
... round on the grass , in uncontrollable glee . " And above and beyond all , oh female vanity , " went on the old gentleman , " you shall choose a dress for the occasion . What shall it be ? Gos- samer and spangles ? Pink satin and gold ...
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...