A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... silence . Caroline followed . took down his cap from the peg where it hung beside her own hat and garden tippet . Having pulled his cap well over his eyes , he put his hands in his pockets , and proceeded to whistle while slowly walking ...
... silence . Caroline followed . took down his cap from the peg where it hung beside her own hat and garden tippet . Having pulled his cap well over his eyes , he put his hands in his pockets , and proceeded to whistle while slowly walking ...
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... silence . " Oh , how pleasant this is ! " she said at last ; " how softly we go along ! and how sunshiny everything looks ! " " Are you better , then ? Yes ; I see a little colour coming back . I declare , Carry , you quite frightened ...
... silence . " Oh , how pleasant this is ! " she said at last ; " how softly we go along ! and how sunshiny everything looks ! " " Are you better , then ? Yes ; I see a little colour coming back . I declare , Carry , you quite frightened ...
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... silence . " By the way , have you heard from her lately ? " he inquired . " You correspond , do you not ? " " Yes - no . I mean , she writes sometimes , but she has not written lately . " " Who wrote last - Miss Kendal or yourself ...
... silence . " By the way , have you heard from her lately ? " he inquired . " You correspond , do you not ? " " Yes - no . I mean , she writes sometimes , but she has not written lately . " " Who wrote last - Miss Kendal or yourself ...
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... silence while Mr Hesketh refolded Caroline's face was perfectly eloquent of disappointment , as her companion saw with a momentary glance . " Well , he'll be here in time for the ball , at any rate , " said he ; " and I shall be glad to ...
... silence while Mr Hesketh refolded Caroline's face was perfectly eloquent of disappointment , as her companion saw with a momentary glance . " Well , he'll be here in time for the ball , at any rate , " said he ; " and I shall be glad to ...
Página 82
... silence . " What in the world brings her to this part of the country again ? " he muttered . " I thought when she left us she was going abroad with some East Indian family . I hoped she was comfortably disposed of . " " But Mr and Lady ...
... silence . " What in the world brings her to this part of the country again ? " he muttered . " I thought when she left us she was going abroad with some East Indian family . I hoped she was comfortably disposed of . " " But Mr and Lady ...
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...