Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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36. oldal
... reflect . To throw away five Napoleons would be madness . It would be a pleasure to the girl , whose life was dull enough , and Madame Power need never be the wiser for it . " Is Monsieur serious ? " she asked , look- 36 DOLORES .
... reflect . To throw away five Napoleons would be madness . It would be a pleasure to the girl , whose life was dull enough , and Madame Power need never be the wiser for it . " Is Monsieur serious ? " she asked , look- 36 DOLORES .
37. oldal
... asked with some hesi- tation . None , on his word of honour as a gentle- man . Then she would mention it to Mademoi- selle , but she knew not if it would be agreeable to her ; and Marcelline curtsied and went off to the house . Sir Guy ...
... asked with some hesi- tation . None , on his word of honour as a gentle- man . Then she would mention it to Mademoi- selle , but she knew not if it would be agreeable to her ; and Marcelline curtsied and went off to the house . Sir Guy ...
50. oldal
... asked quickly . " No , never , and I should so like it . " " Your Mamma will take you some day , perhaps . " " Ah ! no . Mamma hates England and the English . Since we came here thirteen years ago , she has never been away from Rouen a ...
... asked quickly . " No , never , and I should so like it . " " Your Mamma will take you some day , perhaps . " " Ah ! no . Mamma hates England and the English . Since we came here thirteen years ago , she has never been away from Rouen a ...
59. oldal
... asked me to go and see her , and your Mamma would not permit me to take you there . " " Then let me stop in the church until you return - no harm could come to me there , and it is so dull here . " " Be reasonable , my child . For once ...
... asked me to go and see her , and your Mamma would not permit me to take you there . " " Then let me stop in the church until you return - no harm could come to me there , and it is so dull here . " " Be reasonable , my child . For once ...
60. oldal
... asked at the Hôtel d'Angleterre for Sir Guy . He was not in , the waiter said , but she could speak with Monsieur's valet if she pleased . Whilst Marcelline hesitated , Sir Guy came in , and , greeting her cordially , invited her to go ...
... asked at the Hôtel d'Angleterre for Sir Guy . He was not in , the waiter said , but she could speak with Monsieur's valet if she pleased . Whilst Marcelline hesitated , Sir Guy came in , and , greeting her cordially , invited her to go ...
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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.