Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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11. oldal
... talk to . " Quickening his steps , he returns to his hotel upon the quay ; quay ; but his gregarious aspirations are doomed to disappointment , for at dinner he is placed between a round- eyed German , intent on the business of the hour ...
... talk to . " Quickening his steps , he returns to his hotel upon the quay ; quay ; but his gregarious aspirations are doomed to disappointment , for at dinner he is placed between a round- eyed German , intent on the business of the hour ...
29. oldal
... talking with me , " said Sir Guy . " Oh , she is a cross old thing , " pouted Dolores , and then she looked up in Sir Guy's face with bright pleading eyes . " Do not go away just yet , Monsieur . I never see anyone but the clergyman and ...
... talking with me , " said Sir Guy . " Oh , she is a cross old thing , " pouted Dolores , and then she looked up in Sir Guy's face with bright pleading eyes . " Do not go away just yet , Monsieur . I never see anyone but the clergyman and ...
120. oldal
... talk fireworks , " as a newspaper critic writes ; but it is very pleasant , and there is now and then a pause , almost pleasanter still . Guy's attention , as he leans towards his companion , is divided between the slender white hands ...
... talk fireworks , " as a newspaper critic writes ; but it is very pleasant , and there is now and then a pause , almost pleasanter still . Guy's attention , as he leans towards his companion , is divided between the slender white hands ...
170. oldal
Bridges. slower , he said to her , " Let me talk to you , little one , and try to listen to me rea- sonably and calmly , like a woman . " And Dolores said humbly , " Continue , Monsieur . I will listen . " " If I thought it would be for ...
Bridges. slower , he said to her , " Let me talk to you , little one , and try to listen to me rea- sonably and calmly , like a woman . " And Dolores said humbly , " Continue , Monsieur . I will listen . " " If I thought it would be for ...
173. oldal
... voice that tried so hard to be firm failed utterly . " Don't talk like that , little one , " Guy said , very tenderly . " You make me cruel . Some day you will know that by parting from you I of my love . " gave you POOR DOLORES . 173.
... voice that tried so hard to be firm failed utterly . " Don't talk like that , little one , " Guy said , very tenderly . " You make me cruel . Some day you will know that by parting from you I of my love . " gave you POOR DOLORES . 173.
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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.