A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... things ; I'm not a girl . " " Well , but " began Caroline , meditatively . However , her objection remained unuttered . Vaughan commenced whistling shrilly , and walked on at an increased pace . Presently Caro- line resumed her song ...
... things ; I'm not a girl . " " Well , but " began Caroline , meditatively . However , her objection remained unuttered . Vaughan commenced whistling shrilly , and walked on at an increased pace . Presently Caro- line resumed her song ...
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... thing , and rapidly improved under the slight tuition he afforded her every now and then . Only , her strength being of course inferior to his , the exertion of all her power could not prevent the boat from progressing in a very one ...
... thing , and rapidly improved under the slight tuition he afforded her every now and then . Only , her strength being of course inferior to his , the exertion of all her power could not prevent the boat from progressing in a very one ...
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... thing you can do . " So she tried to attain this ultimate perfection , and neither moved nor spoke till they were at the landing - place . Vaughan jumped out , drew in the boat , fastened it , and then assisted her to dis- embark . She ...
... thing you can do . " So she tried to attain this ultimate perfection , and neither moved nor spoke till they were at the landing - place . Vaughan jumped out , drew in the boat , fastened it , and then assisted her to dis- embark . She ...
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... 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 .
... 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. " Yes - yes ! Indeed , I wish for many things , " she began , quickly , but added , with more delibe- ration , " I don't think I could be happy with nothing to wish for . It is so pleasant wishing , and hoping , and ...
Marian James. " Yes - yes ! Indeed , I wish for many things , " she began , quickly , but added , with more delibe- ration , " I don't think I could be happy with nothing to wish for . It is so pleasant wishing , and hoping , and ...
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...