Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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8. oldal
... Mademoiselle ! " she calls . " Your dinner is served . " " But I am not hungry , Marcelline . " แ Ah ça ! but one must eat even if one isn't hungry , petite ; and when you but see what I have prepared- " and Marcelline concludes her ...
... Mademoiselle ! " she calls . " Your dinner is served . " " But I am not hungry , Marcelline . " แ Ah ça ! but one must eat even if one isn't hungry , petite ; and when you but see what I have prepared- " and Marcelline concludes her ...
21. oldal
... Mademoiselle Dolores , " pants Marcelline- " Mon Dieu , comme vous êtes méchante ! " Presently they arrive at the iron gate that encloses the avenue entrance to the house , and here fresh trouble awaits Mar- celline . The key has been ...
... Mademoiselle Dolores , " pants Marcelline- " Mon Dieu , comme vous êtes méchante ! " Presently they arrive at the iron gate that encloses the avenue entrance to the house , and here fresh trouble awaits Mar- celline . The key has been ...
22. oldal
... Mademoiselle , " exclaims Marcelline . " Madame , your mother , for- bade me to lose sight of you , and it is more than half a mile by the road ; " all up hill too , and the poor soul groans heavily . At this moment Guy comes forward ...
... Mademoiselle , " exclaims Marcelline . " Madame , your mother , for- bade me to lose sight of you , and it is more than half a mile by the road ; " all up hill too , and the poor soul groans heavily . At this moment Guy comes forward ...
25. oldal
... Mademoiselle , you had best come in doors , and Monsieur will make his choice of a point de vue for his picture . " But Dolores hesitated . " You have made some sketches in Rouen , Monsieur ? " she said in- terrogatively , glancing at ...
... Mademoiselle , you had best come in doors , and Monsieur will make his choice of a point de vue for his picture . " But Dolores hesitated . " You have made some sketches in Rouen , Monsieur ? " she said in- terrogatively , glancing at ...
26. oldal
... Mademoiselle . " " Picturesque ! " and Dolores put her head on one side and made a little moue that was thoroughly French . 66 Picturesque ! but how poor and uncomfortable ; and the smell ! I always run through as fast as my feet will ...
... Mademoiselle . " " Picturesque ! " and Dolores put her head on one side and made a little moue that was thoroughly French . 66 Picturesque ! but how poor and uncomfortable ; and the smell ! I always run through as fast as my feet will ...
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Adrian amused answers asked awfully barouche beautiful believe bitter blue blushing Bon Secours bright Captain Charteris celline Charles Vivian charming china bowl cigar Colonel Brooke colour comes course Craven cried Dolores cruel daresay dear dear boy Dieu dinner door dress eyes face fancy fellow French poodle friends George Thornton Georgy girl glad glance gone Good-bye good-looking Guy Wentworth Guy's half hand handsome happy hate hear heart hour innocent Jeanneton Joan of Arc lady laughs look Louvre Madame Mademoiselle Marcelline Marcelline's marry Milly Scarlett mind Monsieur never night pain Palais Royal Paris passion perhaps picture pleasant poor little pretty pretty woman quay Rouen says Guy seems Sir Guy smil smiling street sweet tears tell thing Thornton thought to-day to-morrow turned voice walk woman women wonder word young
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277. oldal - And over all old things and all things dear. She loves not you nor me as all we love her. Yea, though we sang as angels in her ear, She would not hear. Let us rise up and part; she will not know. Let us go seaward as the great winds go, Full of blown sand and foam; what help is...
178. oldal - Sweet is true love tho' given in vain, in vain ; And sweet is death who puts an end to pain : I know not which is sweeter, no, not I. " Love, art thou sweet ? then bitter death must be: Love, thou art bitter ; sweet is death to me. O Love, if death be sweeter, let me die.
10. oldal - I PLUCKED pink blossoms from mine apple tree And wore them all that evening in my hair : Then in due season when I went to see I found no apples there. With dangling basket all along the grass As I had come I went the selfsame track : My neighbours mocked me while they saw me pass So empty-handed back. Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by, Their heaped-up basket teazed me like a jeer ; Sweet-voiced...
285. oldal - Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse," It Is true, but his property nevertheless.
2. oldal - All nature is awake ; soft scent of flowers, sweet song of birds fill the air, not with the drowsy lulling languor of Summer time, but with the keen quickening vigour of awakening life and energy.