A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... turning over the leaves , to see how far it was to the end of Prince Ahmed's adventures . Mr Hesketh looked up from the secretaire at which he ... turned aside , swinging his switch with embarrassed ve- hemence . A LORD OF THE CREATION . 7.
... turning over the leaves , to see how far it was to the end of Prince Ahmed's adventures . Mr Hesketh looked up from the secretaire at which he ... turned aside , swinging his switch with embarrassed ve- hemence . A LORD OF THE CREATION . 7.
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... turned wistfully towards it many times in a day , with that constant longing for something in the future - some unattained newness , which is one of youth's irritating plea- sures , sweet pains , which you will . She had lived at ...
... turned wistfully towards it many times in a day , with that constant longing for something in the future - some unattained newness , which is one of youth's irritating plea- sures , sweet pains , which you will . She had lived at ...
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... turned 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 ...
... turned 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 ...
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... a hard time with her rebellious pupil . " " Poor Miss Kendal ! " echoed Caroline , with a brief sigh , and then turned to her invitation notes again . Chapter iii . MR HESKETH'S remark , that Vaughan " 36 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
... a hard time with her rebellious pupil . " " Poor Miss Kendal ! " echoed Caroline , with a brief sigh , and then turned to her invitation notes again . Chapter iii . MR HESKETH'S remark , that Vaughan " 36 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
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... turned up the long hanging sleeve . " How pretty it looks ! Do you like it ? " " Like it ? Oh , I am so pleased . " She was , indeed . The flutter of happiness was almost painful , it was so exquisite for the minute . He had been ...
... turned up the long hanging sleeve . " How pretty it looks ! Do you like it ? " " Like it ? Oh , I am so pleased . " She was , indeed . The flutter of happiness was almost painful , it was so exquisite for the minute . He had been ...
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...