Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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41. oldal
... tears gathered in the childish blue eyes , as Dolores saw her worst fears realised . " Silly child ! he is only gone to fetch his portfolio . He had nothing large enough to paint you on . He will be back in an hour , and he begs you to ...
... tears gathered in the childish blue eyes , as Dolores saw her worst fears realised . " Silly child ! he is only gone to fetch his portfolio . He had nothing large enough to paint you on . He will be back in an hour , and he begs you to ...
65. oldal
... , and trust you will pardon me if I have not been hap- py enough to render justice to so sweet an original . " Believe me , sincerely yours , VOL . I. " GUY WENTWORTH . ' F A sudden chill crept over the girl while she read TEARS . 65.
... , and trust you will pardon me if I have not been hap- py enough to render justice to so sweet an original . " Believe me , sincerely yours , VOL . I. " GUY WENTWORTH . ' F A sudden chill crept over the girl while she read TEARS . 65.
67. oldal
... until he should come again . " " Bah ! Men are all cruel - they care only for themselves , " said Marcelline , at a loss how to console her . " He is not cruel ! " cried Dolores , F 2 TEARS . 67 "Tell poor Marcelline what grieves thee, ...
... until he should come again . " " Bah ! Men are all cruel - they care only for themselves , " said Marcelline , at a loss how to console her . " He is not cruel ! " cried Dolores , F 2 TEARS . 67 "Tell poor Marcelline what grieves thee, ...
69. oldal
... " The little one will get over it , " she said to herself , tapping the bars with the key ; “ in a month , a week , perhaps , she will have forgotten him . Ah ! I remember when I was seventeen , how I grieved after the TEARS . 69.
... " The little one will get over it , " she said to herself , tapping the bars with the key ; “ in a month , a week , perhaps , she will have forgotten him . Ah ! I remember when I was seventeen , how I grieved after the TEARS . 69.
71. oldal
... tear - stained face in the sofa cushions , and stamping her weary little feet on the wooden floor . It was the third day since she had seen him , and she had scarcely touched food or slept . A sudden thought came to her , and ... TEARS . 71.
... tear - stained face in the sofa cushions , and stamping her weary little feet on the wooden floor . It was the third day since she had seen him , and she had scarcely touched food or slept . A sudden thought came to her , and ... TEARS . 71.
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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.