Trevelyan, by the author of 'A marriage in high life'. by lady Scott, Volume 5521860 - 384 páginas |
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... Miss Trevelyan at Richmond , several advances of civility had been made towards her , but they had met with no return on her part . Some settled that she was fine , and others that she was serious ; but all agreed she was queer . By ...
... Miss Trevelyan at Richmond , several advances of civility had been made towards her , but they had met with no return on her part . Some settled that she was fine , and others that she was serious ; but all agreed she was queer . By ...
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... Miss Trevelyan's garden ; then , gliding gently on , pursued its gay career through the arches of the bridge , which soon concealed it from the sight , while the notes of the various instruments , the splashing of the many oars , and ...
... Miss Trevelyan's garden ; then , gliding gently on , pursued its gay career through the arches of the bridge , which soon concealed it from the sight , while the notes of the various instruments , the splashing of the many oars , and ...
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... Miss Trevelyan felt that " the world was all before her where to choose , " -a melancholy liberty , more painful , perhaps , than the most arbitrary compulsion , as it seems to cast upon ourselves all responsibility for the comfort or ...
... Miss Trevelyan felt that " the world was all before her where to choose , " -a melancholy liberty , more painful , perhaps , than the most arbitrary compulsion , as it seems to cast upon ourselves all responsibility for the comfort or ...
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... Trevelyan , second brother to the Earl of Launceston , born in 1730 , had married Miss Stanley , and had had se- veral children , most of whom however died young . 66 I Why the whole family appear to be defunct , " ex- claimed Miss ...
... Trevelyan , second brother to the Earl of Launceston , born in 1730 , had married Miss Stanley , and had had se- veral children , most of whom however died young . 66 I Why the whole family appear to be defunct , " ex- claimed Miss ...
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... Miss Trevelyan , was , accordingly , right or wrong , voted fine , and severe were the sarcasms levelled against this her supposed im- pertinence . " Really , for Miss Trevelyan to give her- self such airs as to turn up her nose at the ...
... Miss Trevelyan , was , accordingly , right or wrong , voted fine , and severe were the sarcasms levelled against this her supposed im- pertinence . " Really , for Miss Trevelyan to give her- self such airs as to turn up her nose at the ...
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Trevelyan. By the author of “A marriage in high life” i.e. Caroline Lucy ... Caroline Lucy SCOTT (Hon.) Visualização integral - 1860 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
acquaintance agitation Alexandre Dumas appeared Augusta bless boards Bricqueville Captain Marryat carriage cheeks Cheshunt cloth extra cloth gilt Colonel Trevelyan companion continued Cornwall countenance dear door dreadful endeavour exclaimed eyes face Falkirk fancied fcap 8vo fear feelings felt gazing guardian hand happiness hastily heard heart Heaven honour hope Hopkins hurried immediately James Grant Lady Augusta Lady Herbert Leslie Lady Launceston Lady Williams Lascelles leave length look Lord Herbert Leslie Lord Launceston manner melancholy mind minute Miss Howard Miss Trevelyan morning neighbours never Newfoundland dog object once painful passed Pastor's Fireside Penrhyn Percival Keene perhaps Phiz pleasure poor post 8vo recollections Richmond roused seemed silence Sir Henry sister smile soon spirits sure tears Theresa thing thought Treevy Trevel Trevelyan Castle Twickenham velyan voice wish words young
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