A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... tone , " that's more than a year ago . Now , you know He stopped , feeling boyishly awkward , probably , for sympathy is very nearly the rarest of masculine characteristics , and even in the kindliest soils seldom reaches the height of ...
... tone , " that's more than a year ago . Now , you know He stopped , feeling boyishly awkward , probably , for sympathy is very nearly the rarest of masculine characteristics , and even in the kindliest soils seldom reaches the height of ...
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... tone . " You might begin to feel sick again , you know . " " But your coat - don't you want your coat ? " " Oh , I can do without it very well . Keep quiet - that's the best thing you can do . " So she tried to attain this ultimate ...
... tone . " You might begin to feel sick again , you know . " " But your coat - don't you want your coat ? " " Oh , I can do without it very well . Keep quiet - that's the best thing you can do . " So she tried to attain this ultimate ...
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... tone ; " and then the piano will have a hard life of it ; and the billiard - table and the horses will know also that Mr Vaughan Hesketh is at Redwood . " But Caroline mused , and did not reply . She placed the crimson roses together ...
... tone ; " and then the piano will have a hard life of it ; and the billiard - table and the horses will know also that Mr Vaughan Hesketh is at Redwood . " But Caroline mused , and did not reply . She placed the crimson roses together ...
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... tone and manner with which she spoke , she slipped from the room . And presently he saw her , wrapped in a mantle , and with a hood about her head , walking rapidly to and fro on the terrace . There she was finishing in full the abrupt ...
... tone and manner with which she spoke , she slipped from the room . And presently he saw her , wrapped in a mantle , and with a hood about her head , walking rapidly to and fro on the terrace . There she was finishing in full the abrupt ...
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... tone , and the quivering , smiling glance that went with it . But look , and tone , and gesture , were all loving ; there was not the smallest attempt at dignified reticence . Caroline had no talent for little or great hypocrisies ; as ...
... tone , and the quivering , smiling glance that went with it . But look , and tone , and gesture , were all loving ; there was not the smallest attempt at dignified reticence . Caroline had no talent for little or great hypocrisies ; as ...
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...