Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 15 találatból.
30. oldal
... stay better than any- thing , " he answered , bending down to her , " but I feel that I am an intruder . You don't know anything about me . I doubt if this will make you any wiser , " he added , taking out his card . " Sir Guy Wentworth ...
... stay better than any- thing , " he answered , bending down to her , " but I feel that I am an intruder . You don't know anything about me . I doubt if this will make you any wiser , " he added , taking out his card . " Sir Guy Wentworth ...
67. oldal
... stayed too long . " " If he had only come to say good - bye to me ! Oh , he is cruel to leave like that , when I counted the hours until he should come again . " " Bah ! Men are all cruel - they care only for themselves , " said ...
... stayed too long . " " If he had only come to say good - bye to me ! Oh , he is cruel to leave like that , when I counted the hours until he should come again . " " Bah ! Men are all cruel - they care only for themselves , " said ...
84. oldal
... stay- ing day after day in the old town , because the society of this little girl had pleased him ; furthermore , because the country was pretty , the air fine , and for the present he had nothing in particular to do . Now he was forced ...
... stay- ing day after day in the old town , because the society of this little girl had pleased him ; furthermore , because the country was pretty , the air fine , and for the present he had nothing in particular to do . Now he was forced ...
87. oldal
... staying ? " " At the Westminster . " " So am I. " And the " Where " How long have you been here ? ” “ I came from Rouen last night . " Rouen ! What the deuce were you doing there ? " " Oh , only spoiling a few pages of my sketch - book ...
... staying ? " " At the Westminster . " " So am I. " And the " Where " How long have you been here ? ” “ I came from Rouen last night . " Rouen ! What the deuce were you doing there ? " " Oh , only spoiling a few pages of my sketch - book ...
139. oldal
... stay at home with her . Ah ! my boy , you'll know all these little delights for yourself one day . Your wife , like mine perhaps , will have the most extravagant tastes , and spend a small fortune on her infernal bon- nets and capes ...
... stay at home with her . Ah ! my boy , you'll know all these little delights for yourself one day . Your wife , like mine perhaps , will have the most extravagant tastes , and spend a small fortune on her infernal bon- nets and capes ...
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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.