Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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6 - 10 találat összesen 20 találatból.
9. oldal
... sweets ? " แ Well , then I had to go into the Rue Beauvoisine , and I brought one of your favourite cakes , all over chocolate and white sugar . " " " Oh , you dear Marcelline ! " cries the little maid , ecstatically , " then I will ...
... sweets ? " แ Well , then I had to go into the Rue Beauvoisine , and I brought one of your favourite cakes , all over chocolate and white sugar . " " " Oh , you dear Marcelline ! " cries the little maid , ecstatically , " then I will ...
10. oldal
... sweet little cluster just above my head . " " Fie ! what waste ! cries Marcelline , approaching all the same , " spoiling good fruit just for a fancy . " " But they look so pretty in the vases . " " Pretty - ah , bah ! and for whom ...
... sweet little cluster just above my head . " " Fie ! what waste ! cries Marcelline , approaching all the same , " spoiling good fruit just for a fancy . " " But they look so pretty in the vases . " " Pretty - ah , bah ! and for whom ...
11. oldal
... sweet view lessening gradu- ally as he descends . " A quarter past five , " he says , taking out his watch , " and the table - d'hôte is at half - past . I think I thall dine there after all , it's very slow having no one to talk to ...
... sweet view lessening gradu- ally as he descends . " A quarter past five , " he says , taking out his watch , " and the table - d'hôte is at half - past . I think I thall dine there after all , it's very slow having no one to talk to ...
30. oldal
... 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 doubt if this will make you any wiser ...
... 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 doubt if this will make you any wiser ...
42. oldal
... sweet in her inno- cence and guilelessness , very loveable , al- though she was frivolous and wanting in common sense , only one felt that , unless some great change came over her , she would never grow into a companion , never satisfy ...
... sweet in her inno- cence and guilelessness , very loveable , al- though she was frivolous and wanting in common sense , only one felt that , unless some great change came over her , she would never grow into a companion , never satisfy ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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
Népszerű szakaszok
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.