The New Review, Volume 17Longmans, Green, 1897 |
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... man was so sensitive such a communication might only make him worse . It would have been hard indeed for Sir Claude to be " worse , " Maisie felt , as , in the gardens and the crowd , when the first dazzle had dropped , she looked for ...
... man was so sensitive such a communication might only make him worse . It would have been hard indeed for Sir Claude to be " worse , " Maisie felt , as , in the gardens and the crowd , when the first dazzle had dropped , she looked for ...
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... Sir Claude — she heard Mrs. Beale's voice , behind her , gather both wonder and pain into a single sharp little cry . " Of all the wickedness - Beale ! " He had already , without distinguishing them in the mass of strollers , turned ...
... Sir Claude — she heard Mrs. Beale's voice , behind her , gather both wonder and pain into a single sharp little cry . " Of all the wickedness - Beale ! " He had already , without distinguishing them in the mass of strollers , turned ...
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... Sir Claude , also poised there in surprise , but out of her father's view , as if he had been warned off at the very moment of reaching them . It fell into its place with all the rest that she had heard Mrs. Beale say to her father ...
... Sir Claude , also poised there in surprise , but out of her father's view , as if he had been warned off at the very moment of reaching them . It fell into its place with all the rest that she had heard Mrs. Beale say to her father ...
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... Sir Claude - whose things were as much prettier than mamma's as it had always had to be confessed mamma's were prettier than Mrs. Beale's . In the middle of the small , bright room and the presence of more curtains and cushions , more ...
... Sir Claude - whose things were as much prettier than mamma's as it had always had to be confessed mamma's were prettier than Mrs. Beale's . In the middle of the small , bright room and the presence of more curtains and cushions , more ...
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... Sir Claude ; his unexpected gentleness was too mystifying . All he said was , the next minute : " She has a horror of vulgar scenes . " This was something Maisie needn't take up ; she could still con- tinue bland . " But where do you ...
... Sir Claude ; his unexpected gentleness was too mystifying . All he said was , the next minute : " She has a horror of vulgar scenes . " This was something Maisie needn't take up ; she could still con- tinue bland . " But where do you ...
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Página 143 - The passage had begun, and the ship, a fragment detached from the earth, went on lonely and swift like a small planet. Round her the abysses of sky and sea met in an unattainable frontier. A great circular solitude moved with her, ever changing and ever the same, always monotonous and always imposing.
Página 539 - Indian looking, clothes cynically loose, free-and-easy, smokes infinite tobacco. His voice is musical, metallic, fit for loud laughter and piercing wail, and all that may lie between ; speech and speculation free and plenteous ; I do not meet in these late decades such company over a pipe...
Página 631 - Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain : Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters : who maketh the clouds his chariot ; who walketh upon the wings of the wind...
Página 716 - But self-government, in my opinion, when it was conceded, ought to have been conceded as part of a great policy of imperial consolidation. It, ought to have been accompanied by an imperial tariff, by securities for the people of England for the enjoyment of the unappropriated lands which belonged to the sovereign as their trustee, and by a military code...
Página 125 - MR. BAKER, chief mate of the ship Narcissus, stepped in one stride out of his lighted cabin into the darkness of the quarter-deck. Above his head, on the break of the poop, the night-watchman rang a double stroke. It was nine o'clock. Mr. Baker, speaking up to the man above him, asked: — "Are all the hands aboard, Knowles?
Página 627 - ... languidly as to what the fellow may be at. We watch the movements of his body, the waving of his arms, we see him bend down, stand up, hesitate, begin again. It may add to the charm of an idle hour to be told the purpose of his exertions. If we know he is trying to lift a stone, to dig a ditch, to uproot a stump, we look with a more real interest at his efforts; we are disposed to condone the jar of his agitation upon the restfulness of the landscape; and even, if in a brotherly frame of mind,...
Página 540 - I must however say, further, that I felt what Charles Lamb describes, a sense of depression at times from the overshadowing of a so much more lofty intellect than my own...
Página 372 - They must without pause justify their life to the •eternal pity that commands toil to be hard and unceasing, from sunrise .to sunset, from sunset to sunrise: till the weary succession of nights and days tainted by the obstinate...
Página 543 - I do not rate him highly, I could do better myself." Next morning my father received this apology : MY DEAR ALFRED, I woke at 2 o'clock, and in a sort of terror at a certain speech I had made about Catullus. When I have dined, sometimes I believe myself to be equal to the greatest painters and poets. That delusion goes off; and then I know what a small fiddle mine is and what small tunes I play upon it.