Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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46. oldal
... kind - hearted , cheerful Mar- celline . Mrs. Power had been called suddenly to England a week previous to the date at which my story commences , leaving Rouen the first time for fifteen years . Sir Guy returned even before the hour ...
... kind - hearted , cheerful Mar- celline . Mrs. Power had been called suddenly to England a week previous to the date at which my story commences , leaving Rouen the first time for fifteen years . Sir Guy returned even before the hour ...
48. oldal
... kind of you to let me paint you , " said Sir Guy , smiling with pleasure at the sight of her sweet face . “ It is you who are kind , Monsieur . But will you please speak in French , since Mar- celline exacts it , ” and she cast a glance ...
... kind of you to let me paint you , " said Sir Guy , smiling with pleasure at the sight of her sweet face . “ It is you who are kind , Monsieur . But will you please speak in French , since Mar- celline exacts it , ” and she cast a glance ...
71. oldal
... kind smile sometimes . If he will not have me , I will drown myself . " The poor ignorant , wilful child began to lay her plans . To - morrow Marcelline would be gone out , it was her marketing- day ; she would be absent at least two ...
... kind smile sometimes . If he will not have me , I will drown myself . " The poor ignorant , wilful child began to lay her plans . To - morrow Marcelline would be gone out , it was her marketing- day ; she would be absent at least two ...
73. oldal
... , and wandered nervously from room to room , a kind of repressed excitement in her man- ner , Marcelline was uneasy , and said , " What hast thou , my child ? Thou hast eaten nothing , and lookst as if thou hadst TEARS . 73.
... , and wandered nervously from room to room , a kind of repressed excitement in her man- ner , Marcelline was uneasy , and said , " What hast thou , my child ? Thou hast eaten nothing , and lookst as if thou hadst TEARS . 73.
151. oldal
... kind voice . " Oh no , " she cried in a terrified whisper . " Marcelline knew nothing of my coming . You won't send me back to her ? " " Tell me , my child , " he said softly , " how did you come without her knowing ? " " I knew she ...
... kind voice . " Oh no , " she cried in a terrified whisper . " Marcelline knew nothing of my coming . You won't send me back to her ? " " Tell me , my child , " he said softly , " how did you come without her knowing ? " " I knew she ...
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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.