Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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27. oldal
... turned over the leaf . " Ah , that is the Place de la Pucelle ! " " Yes , I tried to give Goujon's statue of Jeanne d'Arc . " " Jeanne d'Arc ? who was she ? " " What ! " cried Sir Guy astonished . " You live in Rouen and don't know who ...
... turned over the leaf . " Ah , that is the Place de la Pucelle ! " " Yes , I tried to give Goujon's statue of Jeanne d'Arc . " " Jeanne d'Arc ? who was she ? " " What ! " cried Sir Guy astonished . " You live in Rouen and don't know who ...
30. oldal
... turned face , fell in love with its sweet innocence and guilelessness . " I should like to 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 ...
... turned face , fell in love with its sweet innocence and guilelessness . " I should like to 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 ...
34. oldal
Bridges. a glass of wine ? " she said , stepping briskly and he turned smiling , quite surprised at so unexpected a courtesy . up ; " A thousand thanks , no , " answered the young man " I breakfasted quite recently . " - ' We have not ...
Bridges. a glass of wine ? " she said , stepping briskly and he turned smiling , quite surprised at so unexpected a courtesy . up ; " A thousand thanks , no , " answered the young man " I breakfasted quite recently . " - ' We have not ...
59. oldal
... " Then go - go ! " cried Dolores , turning away in a pet ; and Marcelline went out , and by way of precaution took the key with her . She bent her steps first to the church , where , conscience - stricken , she said HALCYON DAYS . 59.
... " Then go - go ! " cried Dolores , turning away in a pet ; and Marcelline went out , and by way of precaution took the key with her . She bent her steps first to the church , where , conscience - stricken , she said HALCYON DAYS . 59.
63. oldal
... turned to go . 66 Good - bye , " Sir Guy said , shaking her hand , and the worthy soul in some confu- sion wished him " bon voyage . " " Mon Dieu ! " she said to herself , as she toiled up the Rue d'Ernemont , " but those Englishmen are ...
... turned to go . 66 Good - bye , " Sir Guy said , shaking her hand , and the worthy soul in some confu- sion wished him " bon voyage . " " Mon Dieu ! " she said to herself , as she toiled up the Rue d'Ernemont , " but those Englishmen are ...
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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.