Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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115. oldal
... Milly's eyes are fixed on the stage - she neither speaks , nor turns , nor smiles ; per- haps her eyes flash a little , but Guy can- not see that he chooses to think she is disgusted . Mrs. Vivian evidently enjoys the performance ...
... Milly's eyes are fixed on the stage - she neither speaks , nor turns , nor smiles ; per- haps her eyes flash a little , but Guy can- not see that he chooses to think she is disgusted . Mrs. Vivian evidently enjoys the performance ...
117. oldal
... Milly could not ; she was as insatia- ble of homage as an Eastern Queen . Looking back to it , Guy thinks this the happiest hour of his whole life ; an entire sense of bien - être pervades him , his whole frame seems possessed of a ...
... Milly could not ; she was as insatia- ble of homage as an Eastern Queen . Looking back to it , Guy thinks this the happiest hour of his whole life ; an entire sense of bien - être pervades him , his whole frame seems possessed of a ...
118. oldal
... Milly go too ? No ; Milly is very well where she is . If Guy could be happier than he already is , it is when the box door closes and leaves him alone with Mrs. Scarlett . Who does not know the thrill of delight with which one sees ...
... Milly go too ? No ; Milly is very well where she is . If Guy could be happier than he already is , it is when the box door closes and leaves him alone with Mrs. Scarlett . Who does not know the thrill of delight with which one sees ...
119. oldal
... Milly can no more forego the pleasure of being loved than the flame can extinguish itself to keep the moth from self - immolation . After all , I don't suppose it would be of the slightest use for a woman to try to make herself ...
... Milly can no more forego the pleasure of being loved than the flame can extinguish itself to keep the moth from self - immolation . After all , I don't suppose it would be of the slightest use for a woman to try to make herself ...
121. oldal
Bridges. " May I ask you a very great favour ? " Milly is the least bit embarrassed , but she answers archly , " You may certainly ask . " " Might I- ( very humbly in an abashed whisper ) " might I kiss your hand ? " Milly feels ...
Bridges. " May I ask you a very great favour ? " Milly is the least bit embarrassed , but she answers archly , " You may certainly ask . " " Might I- ( very humbly in an abashed whisper ) " might I kiss your hand ? " Milly feels ...
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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.