My Heroine: A StoryD. Appleton & Company, 1871 - 99 oldal |
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... suffered much , I saw ; that she was to suffer more , I realized with a pang to which a doctor should , from long habit , be a stranger . I had not seen her look at me again after that one brief survey ; but I had nothing to prepare her ...
... suffered much , I saw ; that she was to suffer more , I realized with a pang to which a doctor should , from long habit , be a stranger . I had not seen her look at me again after that one brief survey ; but I had nothing to prepare her ...
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... suffering . the sitting altogether , thought of noth- It betokened also some delicacy , and ing but the satisfaction of getting an over - sensitive refinement , which per- away ; and after she had bestowed a haps heightened the interest ...
... suffering . the sitting altogether , thought of noth- It betokened also some delicacy , and ing but the satisfaction of getting an over - sensitive refinement , which per- away ; and after she had bestowed a haps heightened the interest ...
16. oldal
... suffering there might be - and I shrunk as from a martyr's crown when I thought of it — but dis- grace and shame never . CHAPTER V. " O that Raphael's pencil had been mine ! Then were that smile immortally divino . " MEANTIME the ...
... suffering there might be - and I shrunk as from a martyr's crown when I thought of it — but dis- grace and shame never . CHAPTER V. " O that Raphael's pencil had been mine ! Then were that smile immortally divino . " MEANTIME the ...
28. oldal
... suffered the caress , but she did not return it - she never did . Her eyes were looking past him all the time with the same dreamy expression they had worn on the day of her marriage . Colonel Trevelyan saw the look , but did not ...
... suffered the caress , but she did not return it - she never did . Her eyes were looking past him all the time with the same dreamy expression they had worn on the day of her marriage . Colonel Trevelyan saw the look , but did not ...
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... suffered , and he loved her the more for it ; but the atmosphere of his home had always Yes , it would have been wiser and better for Arthur l'Estrange to have gone . " Discretion " is certainly " the better part of valor " in these ...
... suffered , and he loved her the more for it ; but the atmosphere of his home had always Yes , it would have been wiser and better for Arthur l'Estrange to have gone . " Discretion " is certainly " the better part of valor " in these ...
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admiration aldine answer Arthur l'Estrange artist baby bear beauty better bless child chivalry cold Colo Colonel de Tabley Colonel Tre Colonel Trevel Colonel Trevelyan color daugh dear death dine dream duchess eyes face father fear feel felt gentle Geral Geraldine Geraldine's girlish give gone Grosvenor Square hand happy haughty heart Hebe heroine hope husband innocent Israelites kind knew l'Es l'Estrange's Lady St laugh leave less light lips lived London LONG ISLAND CITY looked Lord Devereux Mamma marriage married Miriam Lisle morning mother nature nel Trevelyan never once pain passion picture poor little prayed pretty seemed seen sitting smile sorrow speak spoke suffered sure sweet Tabernacle talk tell tender thing thought tion told trange turned uncon velyan Vincent voice walked weary wife wish woman women wonder young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
90. oldal - Behold, I send an Angel before thee, to keep thee in the way, and to bring thee into the place which I have prepared. Beware of him, and obey his voice, provoke him not ; for he will not pardon your transgressions : for my name is in him.
99. oldal - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
89. oldal - For the cloud of the LORD was upon the tabernacle by day, and fire was on it by night, in the sight of all the house of Israel, throughout all their journeys.
44. oldal - Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
45. oldal - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
93. oldal - THE peace of God, which passeth all understanding, keep your hearts and minds in the knowledge and love of God, and of His Son Jesus Christ our Lord : And the blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, be amongst you and remain with you always.
88. oldal - For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his tabernacle : yea, in the secret place of his dwelling shall he hide me, and set me up upon a rock of stone.
91. oldal - But Jesus said unto them, Ye know not what ye ask: can ye drink of the cup that I drink of? and be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with?
97. oldal - Give him strength against all his temptations, and heal all his distempers. Break not the bruised reed, nor quench the smoking flax. Shut not up thy tender mercies in displeasure ; but make him to hear of joy and gladness, that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice. Deliver him from fear of the enemy, and lift up the light of thy countenance upon him, and give him peace, through the merits and mediation of Jesus Christ our Lord.
18. 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.