Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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158. oldal
... any sacrifice , to atone to her , and bring back happiness to her poor little heart ; but to marry her - impossible . And I swear before heaven she never shall suffer harm or wrong through me , or anyone else , 158 DOLORES .
... any sacrifice , to atone to her , and bring back happiness to her poor little heart ; but to marry her - impossible . And I swear before heaven she never shall suffer harm or wrong through me , or anyone else , 158 DOLORES .
189. oldal
Bridges. he was not in honour bound to marry the girl whom he had wronged , however unin- tentionally . She was a dear lovable thing . Then he remembered the misery he had seen amongst his friends from incongruous marriages , and how ...
Bridges. he was not in honour bound to marry the girl whom he had wronged , however unin- tentionally . She was a dear lovable thing . Then he remembered the misery he had seen amongst his friends from incongruous marriages , and how ...
191. oldal
... marry her , and all the trouble be saved . But for him she must have hundreds of thousands of francs at least . Ah , how one would be well in the world if everyone were rich just as he wanted it ! " Then she brisked about , and scolded ...
... marry her , and all the trouble be saved . But for him she must have hundreds of thousands of francs at least . Ah , how one would be well in the world if everyone were rich just as he wanted it ! " Then she brisked about , and scolded ...
192. oldal
... like the Curé I have seen , then , " returned Jeanneton , - " a poor little pale , meagre man . And the English priests are allowed to marry ; it can not be well , then , for them to come and give spiritual advice to pretty 192 DOLORES .
... like the Curé I have seen , then , " returned Jeanneton , - " a poor little pale , meagre man . And the English priests are allowed to marry ; it can not be well , then , for them to come and give spiritual advice to pretty 192 DOLORES .
213. oldal
... marrying like the devil . " Your affectionate brother , " ADRIAN CHARTERIS . " P.S. - Vivian wants you to dine and go to Mabille with him . Mrs. Scarlett , it seems , saw you sitting with your mysteri- ous little visitor drinking coffee ...
... marrying like the devil . " Your affectionate brother , " ADRIAN CHARTERIS . " P.S. - Vivian wants you to dine and go to Mabille with him . Mrs. Scarlett , it seems , saw you sitting with your mysteri- ous little visitor drinking coffee ...
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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.