Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 2. kötet1875 |
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11. oldal
... sixteen or seventeen , with such a lovely face , but such a sad expression . " " Perhaps she had lost her father or mother . " " No , I do not think that , because she wore a coloured dress , and coloured ribbons in her IN ST . OUEN . 11.
... sixteen or seventeen , with such a lovely face , but such a sad expression . " " Perhaps she had lost her father or mother . " " No , I do not think that , because she wore a coloured dress , and coloured ribbons in her IN ST . OUEN . 11.
13. oldal
... mother's presence . They were rarely together . They had never been companions , but in the old days Dolores bad been wont to sing blithly about the house , to romp with her dog , to slam doors , and do many things that jarred on her ...
... mother's presence . They were rarely together . They had never been companions , but in the old days Dolores bad been wont to sing blithly about the house , to romp with her dog , to slam doors , and do many things that jarred on her ...
14. oldal
... mother , burst into tears , and ran out of the room , saying , " I am not unhappy . " Then the mother sighed bitterly , and mur- mured , " It is my fault . I have been cold to her , and have never sought her confi- dence ; she will not ...
... mother , burst into tears , and ran out of the room , saying , " I am not unhappy . " Then the mother sighed bitterly , and mur- mured , " It is my fault . I have been cold to her , and have never sought her confi- dence ; she will not ...
15. oldal
... mother who gazed on it turned away with a bitter sigh . She heard Mar- celline's brisk patter on the polished stairs , and opening the door she called to her . " Come in here , Marcelline - I want to speak to you ; " and poor Marcelline ...
... mother who gazed on it turned away with a bitter sigh . She heard Mar- celline's brisk patter on the polished stairs , and opening the door she called to her . " Come in here , Marcelline - I want to speak to you ; " and poor Marcelline ...
16. oldal
... as she looked up at Marcelline's embarrassed face . " Marcelline ! " she cried , " I implore you to tell me the truth . Am I not her mother ? " and there were tears in the proud eyes , and the usually cold voice had grown 16 DOLORES .
... as she looked up at Marcelline's embarrassed face . " Marcelline ! " she cried , " I implore you to tell me the truth . Am I not her mother ? " and there were tears in the proud eyes , and the usually cold voice had grown 16 DOLORES .
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
adds Adrian answers Guy arms beautiful better bitterly brother Captain Charteris Captain Etherege cries daresay darling dear child dear Mary deuce devo dine door écarté Endymion England eyes face fancy feels fond foolish give glad going to marry Guy's hand handsome happy happy day hate hear heard heart Jeanneton kind kissed knew Lady Wentworth laughing leave little girl live looking Louvre Madame Mademoiselle Marcelline Marcelline's marriage Mary Etherege Milly's mind Miss Etherege Miss Power morning mother never once Ouen pain Paris passion pause perhaps Philip picture pity pleasant poor little portmanteau pretty remember replies Rouen says Dolores says Guy says Milly seemed servant sigh Sir Guy sister sitting smile sorrow speak story strange suppose sure sweet tears tell thing thou thought to-night told Vansittart voice wife wish woman women wonder word young
Népszerű szakaszok
46. oldal - Crabbed age and youth cannot live together Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare; Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; O...
46. oldal - ... pleasance, Age is full of care : Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
273. oldal - I have loved you ever since the day I first saw you...
34. oldal - For she knew not how that rigid exterior was but as the crust of ice that an intense cold has made over a deep stream, while the water still flows swift and strong beneath.
217. oldal - Marcelline," she pursues, with quiet dignity, " will you be so good as to leave us for a few minutes ?" " But — certainly," and the good soul retires with great alacrity.
126. oldal - I beg you do not think so meanly of me as to believe I would suffer myself to go on breaking my heart about some one who has no thought for me.