Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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14. oldal
... never will come abroad alone again , " finishes up the young man , with a prolong- yawn , " it's most confoundedly slow . " ed The next morning , after breakfast , he walks out of the hotel , book and pencil in 14 DOLORES .
... never will come abroad alone again , " finishes up the young man , with a prolong- yawn , " it's most confoundedly slow . " ed The next morning , after breakfast , he walks out of the hotel , book and pencil in 14 DOLORES .
73. oldal
... morning , she came down- stairs wide - eyed , with dilated pupils , 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 ...
... morning , she came down- stairs wide - eyed , with dilated pupils , 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 ...
74. oldal
... ' Don't be angry , Marcelline ; I did not mean to offend you - only I don't want to go . " Never had a morning appeared so long before . The hands on the gilt clock seem- ed to the girl's impatient eyes not to move at 74 DOLORES .
... ' Don't be angry , Marcelline ; I did not mean to offend you - only I don't want to go . " Never had a morning appeared so long before . The hands on the gilt clock seem- ed to the girl's impatient eyes not to move at 74 DOLORES .
85. oldal
... morning , he lights a cigar , and strolls out into the Rue de la Paix , thinking a good deal more of the pretty blue - eyed maiden than he would care to own . She was a sweet simple little thing , with her dear child - like ways ...
... morning , he lights a cigar , and strolls out into the Rue de la Paix , thinking a good deal more of the pretty blue - eyed maiden than he would care to own . She was a sweet simple little thing , with her dear child - like ways ...
137. oldal
... morning . It might be odd , strange , mad almost , but he would see Mrs. Scarlett the next morning , and tell her just what he felt for her . When the broad daylight came in he fell into a feverish sleep , and slept late into the morning ...
... morning . It might be odd , strange , mad almost , but he would see Mrs. Scarlett the next morning , and tell her just what he felt for her . When the broad daylight came in he fell into a feverish sleep , and slept late into the morning ...
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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.