A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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Página 43
... standing draped in a long , white dressing - gown , with her beautiful hair tossed about her shoulders , when a quick footstep along the corridor made her heart leap . And then came an eager knocking at her door . " Let me see you for a ...
... standing draped in a long , white dressing - gown , with her beautiful hair tossed about her shoulders , when a quick footstep along the corridor made her heart leap . And then came an eager knocking at her door . " Let me see you for a ...
Página 47
... standing at the foot of the stairs , and looked up , hearing a soft rustling , and being aware of , without seeing , a very snowy presence approach- ing them . Daintily and deliberately , Mistress Caro- line descended , feeling for the ...
... standing at the foot of the stairs , and looked up , hearing a soft rustling , and being aware of , without seeing , a very snowy presence approach- ing them . Daintily and deliberately , Mistress Caro- line descended , feeling for the ...
Página 55
... standing by the door ? That is Mr Bracebridge , Sir John's only son , just returned from travelling in the East . Don't you think him picturesque - looking ? " " Picturesque ? Yes , I suppose so . Pictures are of various kinds . Do you ...
... standing by the door ? That is Mr Bracebridge , Sir John's only son , just returned from travelling in the East . Don't you think him picturesque - looking ? " " Picturesque ? Yes , I suppose so . Pictures are of various kinds . Do you ...
Página 62
... standing against a doorway , or examining the prints and books on one of the tables , or leaning by the sofa where they had been talking together , apparently watch- ing the dancers , his peculiar but not unkindly smile curving his ...
... standing against a doorway , or examining the prints and books on one of the tables , or leaning by the sofa where they had been talking together , apparently watch- ing the dancers , his peculiar but not unkindly smile curving his ...
Página 73
... standing , and bowed or shook hands with a retiring visiter , as occasion suggested . " How thoroughly my uncle seems in his ele- ment , " the young man remarked ; " so active and busy to the last minute . It is quite admirable to see ...
... standing , and bowed or shook hands with a retiring visiter , as occasion suggested . " How thoroughly my uncle seems in his ele- ment , " the young man remarked ; " so active and busy to the last minute . It is quite admirable to see ...
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...