Trevelyan, by the author of 'A marriage in high life'. by lady Scott, Volume 5521860 - 384 páginas |
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... replied Miss Birch , dryly ; you know , no home to go to : there are two other young ladies in my seminary who are similarly situated . It is very inconvenient to me , as I am obliged to keep up an establishment during the whole of the ...
... replied Miss Birch , dryly ; you know , no home to go to : there are two other young ladies in my seminary who are similarly situated . It is very inconvenient to me , as I am obliged to keep up an establishment during the whole of the ...
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... replied , that , until her brother's arrival she could settle nothing about his ward , and that he would of course be guided in all arrangements relative to her future destination by her deceased father's wishes . As Miss Trevelyan ...
... replied , that , until her brother's arrival she could settle nothing about his ward , and that he would of course be guided in all arrangements relative to her future destination by her deceased father's wishes . As Miss Trevelyan ...
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... replied Theresa ; and , without adding another word , she followed her friend towards the garden . When there , many a kind look of encouragement did Miss Trevelyan cast upon her young protégée , and at last with pleasure observed her ...
... replied Theresa ; and , without adding another word , she followed her friend towards the garden . When there , many a kind look of encouragement did Miss Trevelyan cast upon her young protégée , and at last with pleasure observed her ...
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... replied Theresa , with quickness ; " but surely such grave rules have little to do with morning visits and visiters ; and I do not see why I am bound to be civil to those , who are not only not civil to me , but positively unkind ...
... replied Theresa , with quickness ; " but surely such grave rules have little to do with morning visits and visiters ; and I do not see why I am bound to be civil to those , who are not only not civil to me , but positively unkind ...
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... replied Miss Trevelyan , " Frederick is not so very forbidding ; his reception of his adopted daughter was most kind , and his expressions with regard to her , are , I assure you , not less so . " - " Oh ! yes , " said Theresa , tears ...
... replied Miss Trevelyan , " Frederick is not so very forbidding ; his reception of his adopted daughter was most kind , and his expressions with regard to her , are , I assure you , not less so . " - " Oh ! yes , " said Theresa , tears ...
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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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Página 49 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke. But farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say — Ay; And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 1 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Página 1 - That landscape : and of pure now purer air Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires Vernal delight and joy, able to drive All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils.
Página 33 - On his bold visage middle age Had slightly pressed its signet sage, Yet had not quenched the open truth, And fiery vehemence of youth ; Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare, The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire, Of hasty love, or headlong ire.
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Página 19 - Gerstaecker's books abound in adventure and scenes of excitement; and are fully equal, in that respect, to the stories either of Marryat, Cooper, or Dana.
Página 1 - But the readers of Mr. Ainsworth— and they now number thousands upon thousands— need hardly be informed of this : and now that a uniform illustrated edition of his works is published, we do not doubt but that this large number of readers even will be considerably increased.
Página 47 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards...