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 .
26. oldal
... la Grosse Bouteille , and the Rue Damiette - I never go there unless I am forced . Sometimes Marcelline takes me to the Rue de l'Impératrice and the Rue des Carmes , and we look at the shops , or we go on the Quai , and we see 26 DOLORES .
... la Grosse Bouteille , and the Rue Damiette - I never go there unless I am forced . Sometimes Marcelline takes me to the Rue de l'Impératrice and the Rue des Carmes , and we look at the shops , or we go on the Quai , and we see 26 DOLORES .
29. oldal
... bright pleading eyes . " Do not go away just yet , Monsieur . I never see anyone but the clergyman and old Pierre , or sometimes the doctor when Mamma is ill . " The girl's manner was so simple and natural , there THE HILLS OF NORMANDY .
... bright pleading eyes . " Do not go away just yet , Monsieur . I never see anyone but the clergyman and old Pierre , or sometimes the doctor when Mamma is ill . " The girl's manner was so simple and natural , there THE HILLS OF NORMANDY .
31. oldal
... care you see no more . What would Madame your mother say ? She would never forgive me . I hope he will go soon . " " How beautifully he draws ! " sighed Dolores . " Bah , it is his business . Some poor THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 31.
... care you see no more . What would Madame your mother say ? She would never forgive me . I hope he will go soon . " " How beautifully he draws ! " sighed Dolores . " Bah , it is his business . Some poor THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 31.
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 .
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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.