John Halifax, GentlemanHarper & Brothers, publishers, Franklin Square., 1859 - 499 páginas |
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... silence . " Lad , shall I give thee the groat now ? " " Not till I've earned it , sir . " So , drawing his hand back , my father slipped the money into mine , and left us . I followed him with my eyes , as he went sturdily plash- ing ...
... silence . " Lad , shall I give thee the groat now ? " " Not till I've earned it , sir . " So , drawing his hand back , my father slipped the money into mine , and left us . I followed him with my eyes , as he went sturdily plash- ing ...
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... silence . I wished he would talk , and let me hear again his pleasant Cornish accent . " How strong you are ! " said I sighing , when , with a sudden pull , he had saved me from being overturned by a horseman riding past - young Mr ...
... silence . I wished he would talk , and let me hear again his pleasant Cornish accent . " How strong you are ! " said I sighing , when , with a sudden pull , he had saved me from being overturned by a horseman riding past - young Mr ...
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... silence . " I'll tell you presently . Can I get you a pen ? " , He leaned on my shoulder with his left hand , but his right never once let go of the precious book . " Write- Muriel Halifax , died January 1st , 1791. ' ” " Nothing more ...
... silence . " I'll tell you presently . Can I get you a pen ? " , He leaned on my shoulder with his left hand , but his right never once let go of the precious book . " Write- Muriel Halifax , died January 1st , 1791. ' ” " Nothing more ...
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... silence . I was silent , too , but I stole a glance at his mouth , as seen in profile . I could almost always guess at his thoughts by that mouth , so flexible , sensitive , and , at times , so infi- nitely sweet . It wore that ...
... silence . I was silent , too , but I stole a glance at his mouth , as seen in profile . I could almost always guess at his thoughts by that mouth , so flexible , sensitive , and , at times , so infi- nitely sweet . It wore that ...
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... silence till I came to sid hin good - night . I think the sound of my crutches on the floor stirred him out of a long meditation , in which his ill - humor had ebbed away . " Where didst thee go out to - day , Phineas ? —thee and the ...
... silence till I came to sid hin good - night . I think the sound of my crutches on the floor stirred him out of a long meditation , in which his ill - humor had ebbed away . " Where didst thee go out to - day , Phineas ? —thee and the ...
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Abel Fletcher answered asked Beechwood better Brithwood child Cloth daughter dear door Edwin Enderley eyes face fancy father feel gentleman gone Guy's Half Calf hand happy hear heard heart honor husband Jael Jessop John Halifax JOHN S. C. ABBOTT John's Kingswell knew Lady Caroline laughed listened little Muriel live Longfield looked Lord Luxmore Lord Ravenel marriage Mary Baines Maud mill mind minute Miss March Miss Silver morning mother Muriel never night Norton Bury Oldtower once pain parlor perhaps Phineas Fletcher poor quiet rose round seemed silence Sir Ralph smile spoke stood sure talking tan-yard tell thank thee things THOMAS CARLYLE thought told took turned Uncle Phineas Ursula voice walk watching wife wish woman wonder word young
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Página 106 - His certain life, that never can deceive him, Is full of thousand sweets, and rich content : The smooth-leaved beeches in the field receive him With coolest shades, till...
Página 95 - Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, pray for them that despitefully use you.
Página 15 - And it came to pass, when he had made an end of speaking unto Saul, that the soul of Jonathan was knit with the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul.
Página 105 - Thrice, oh! thrice happy, shepherd's life and state! When courts are happiness, unhappy pawns! His cottage low and safely humble gate Shuts out proud Fortune, with her scorns and fawns. No feared treason breaks his quiet sleep ; Singing all day, his flocks he learns to keep, Himself as innocent as are his simple sheep. No Serian worms he knows, that with their thread Draw out their silken lives — nor silken pride: His lambs...