Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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40. oldal
... speak one word of English . " " I promise , " cried Dolores ecstatically , and clapped her hands and danced about in unfeigned glee . " Then I will go and tell him . " " But stop , Marcelline ; I cannot be paint- ed in this old cotton ...
... speak one word of English . " " I promise , " cried Dolores ecstatically , and clapped her hands and danced about in unfeigned glee . " Then I will go and tell him . " " But stop , Marcelline ; I cannot be paint- ed in this old cotton ...
48. oldal
... speak in French , since Mar- celline exacts it , ” and she cast a glance at her chaperon , who entered at the moment , and went to station herself at a respectful distance ( but not out of hearing ) with her knitting . " Certainly , if ...
... speak in French , since Mar- celline exacts it , ” and she cast a glance at her chaperon , who entered at the moment , and went to station herself at a respectful distance ( but not out of hearing ) with her knitting . " Certainly , if ...
60. oldal
... speak with Monsieur's valet if she pleased . Whilst Marcelline hesitated , Sir Guy came in , and , greeting her cordially , invited her to go up to his room . " Monsieur will pardon the liberty I take , " Marcelline began , feeling very ...
... speak with Monsieur's valet if she pleased . Whilst Marcelline hesitated , Sir Guy came in , and , greeting her cordially , invited her to go up to his room . " Monsieur will pardon the liberty I take , " Marcelline began , feeling very ...
72. oldal
... she had read in a book how a young girl had left her home and pinned a letter of farewell on the pincushion ; and through it had been traced , and brought home , and shut in her room for whole years without speaking to 72 DOLORES .
... she had read in a book how a young girl had left her home and pinned a letter of farewell on the pincushion ; and through it had been traced , and brought home , and shut in her room for whole years without speaking to 72 DOLORES .
73. oldal
Bridges. shut in her room for whole years without speaking to a soul . Her mother was a harsh woman , quite capable of that . Dolores went about quite blithe when her resolve was taken . Poor child ! had she been able to realise the ...
Bridges. shut in her room for whole years without speaking to a soul . Her mother was a harsh woman , quite capable of that . Dolores went about quite blithe when her resolve was taken . Poor child ! had she been able to realise the ...
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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.