Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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17. oldal
... night , and no one the wiser . A stifled cry , a splash , and the dull Eau de Robec would go on its sluggish way , with only a momentary stirring of its hidden foulness . Sir Guy , arrived at what he considers the most picturesque bend ...
... night , and no one the wiser . A stifled cry , a splash , and the dull Eau de Robec would go on its sluggish way , with only a momentary stirring of its hidden foulness . Sir Guy , arrived at what he considers the most picturesque bend ...
65. oldal
... night . I have to thank you a thousand times for your kindness and patience in sitting so long to me , and be as- sured that I shall not soon forget the fort- night in Rouen which you have made so pleasant for me . I will as soon as ...
... night . I have to thank you a thousand times for your kindness and patience in sitting so long to me , and be as- sured that I shall not soon forget the fort- night in Rouen which you have made so pleasant for me . I will as soon as ...
69. oldal
... night , Jeanneton . Come early to - morrow , " and Marcelline shut the gate with an angry click , feeling remorse- ful about her charge . " The little one will get over it , " she said to herself , tapping the bars with the key ; “ in a ...
... night , Jeanneton . Come early to - morrow , " and Marcelline shut the gate with an angry click , feeling remorse- ful about her charge . " The little one will get over it , " she said to herself , tapping the bars with the key ; “ in a ...
73. oldal
... night ; and when , the next 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 ...
... night ; and when , the next 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 ...
74. oldal
... night , " said Dolores , eagerly , " and nothing ails me . " " Thou art triste , little one ; thou shalt come with me to the market to - day . " 66 No , no , " exclaimed Dolores . Then , fearful of betraying herself , she added- " I ...
... night , " said Dolores , eagerly , " and nothing ails me . " " Thou art triste , little one ; thou shalt come with me to the market to - day . " 66 No , no , " exclaimed Dolores . Then , fearful of betraying herself , she added- " I ...
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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.