Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet |
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6 - 10 találat összesen 58 találatból.
19. oldal
The young man pauses a few moments before pushing open the door that has
closed upon the girl ; he has not the effrontery some men possess in pursuing
and staring offensively at a pretty woman . When he enters , the pair are not
visible ...
The young man pauses a few moments before pushing open the door that has
closed upon the girl ; he has not the effrontery some men possess in pursuing
and staring offensively at a pretty woman . When he enters , the pair are not
visible ...
20. oldal
cries the fresh young voice — " we shall not be home today , and the sun burns
like August . ” “ Ah , yes , ” grumbles the older woman , stopping to pant out her
words — " you young people think of nothing but your . selves . Once I too could ...
cries the fresh young voice — " we shall not be home today , and the sun burns
like August . ” “ Ah , yes , ” grumbles the older woman , stopping to pant out her
words — " you young people think of nothing but your . selves . Once I too could ...
22. oldal
At this moment Guy comes forward shyly - very shyly for a handsome young
fellow six feet high . " If you permit me to try , Madame , I think I could reach the
key , ” he says , taking off his hat very courteously . Marcelline turns suspiciously
...
At this moment Guy comes forward shyly - very shyly for a handsome young
fellow six feet high . " If you permit me to try , Madame , I think I could reach the
key , ” he says , taking off his hat very courteously . Marcelline turns suspiciously
...
25. oldal
I thought so yesterday , when you were standing under the apple - trees , ” said
the young man , betraying himself unintentionally . “ You saw me yesterday ! "
cried Dolores in surprise , a faint blush coming into her cheek like the sun -
kissed ...
I thought so yesterday , when you were standing under the apple - trees , ” said
the young man , betraying himself unintentionally . “ You saw me yesterday ! "
cried Dolores in surprise , a faint blush coming into her cheek like the sun -
kissed ...
33. oldal
Quite an English landscape , " murmured the young man , opening his book . “
He is handsome , certainly , ” reflected Marcelline , coming down a side path and
contemplating the stalwart form and handsome face she caught just in profile .
Quite an English landscape , " murmured the young man , opening his book . “
He is handsome , certainly , ” reflected Marcelline , coming down a side path and
contemplating the stalwart form and handsome face she caught just in profile .
Mit mondanak mások - Írjon ismertetőt
Nem találtunk ismertetőket a szokott helyeken.
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
amused answers arms asked beautiful believe better blue bright called charming child comes course Craven cried dear dinner Dolores don't door dress English eyes face fancy feels fellow felt friends girl give glad glance gone half hand happy hate head hear heard heart hour kind knew lady laughs least leave live look Mademoiselle Marcelline marry mean meet Milly mind Monsieur morning nature never night once pain Paris passion perhaps picture poor poor little present pretty Rouen says Scarlett seems seen Sir Guy smiling sometimes speaking stand stay stop street suppose sure sweet talk tears tell thanks thing thought thousand took town turned Vivian voice walk wife wish woman women wonder 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.