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answered asked began better bless brother called Captain Caxton CHAPTER child comes cried dear don't door doubt drew entered eyes face father felt followed garden gave give Greek half hand happy head heard heart honour hour human interest kind knew Lady Ellinor learned leave less light lived London look master mean mind morning mother nature never observed once passed Pisistratus play poor Primmins Roland rose round scholar seemed short side Sir Sedley smile soon Squills stood stopped street sure talked tell thing thought took town Trevanion true truth turned Uncle Jack Uncle Roland understand walk whole window wish woman wonder young youth
222. oldal - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies, They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay, So flourish these, when those are past away.
31. oldal - My father stopped at a nursery gardener's, and, after looking over the flowers, paused before a large double geranium. "Ah, this is finer than that which your mamma was so fond of. What is the cost, sir ? " "Only 7s. 6d.," said the gardener. My father buttoned up his pocket. "I can't afford it to-day," said he, gently, and we walked out.
64. oldal - I laugh at all only secure lest my suit go amiss, my ships perish, corn and cattle miscarry, trade decay, I have no wife nor children good or bad to provide for.
31. oldal - For truth, that blooms all the year round, is better than a poor geranium ; and a word that is never broken, is better than a piece of delf." My head, which had drooped before, rose again; but the rush of joy at my heart almost stifled me. " I have called to pay your little bill...
27. oldal - Mrs. Primmins popped her head out of the fatal window, nodded to the summons, and came down in a trice, pale and breathless. "
46. oldal - Master books, but do not let them master you. Bead to live, not live to read. One slave of the lamp is enough for a household; my servitude must not be a hereditary bondage." My father looked round for a suitable academy; and the fame of Dr Herman's " Philhellenic Institute
33. oldal - What !" cried my mother, when she had learned all; "and your poor domino-box that you were so fond of! We will go back to-morrow, and buy it back, if it costs us double." " Shall we buy it back, Pisistratus ? " asked my father. " Oh no — no — no ! It would spoil all," I cried, burying my face on my father's breast.
26. oldal - Dear, dear!" cried my mother, who was at work in the porch, " my poor flower-pot that I prized so much! Who could have done this? Primmins, Primmins !" Mrs Primmins popped her head out of the fatal window, nodded to the summons, and came down in a trice, pale and breathless.
26. oldal - My father was seated on the lawn before the house, his straw hat over his eyes (it was summer), and his book on his lap. Suddenly a beautiful delf blue-and-white flower-pot, which had been set on the window-sill of an upper story, fell to the ground with a crash, and the fragments spluttered up round my father's legs. Sublime in his studies as Archimedes in the siege, he continued to read; Impavidum ferient ruince I