The Grey House at EndlestoneJ. Clarke, 1877 - 543 páginas |
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... leaving the way clear for your Horace . Were he simply a younger brother I should have kept you apart ; you will grace a coronet , and I intend that you shall wear one . " " Aunt ! that sounds horrid ! It is so calculating , so hard ...
... leaving the way clear for your Horace . Were he simply a younger brother I should have kept you apart ; you will grace a coronet , and I intend that you shall wear one . " " Aunt ! that sounds horrid ! It is so calculating , so hard ...
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... leave her to her girlish dreams . I , for my part , will do all I can to pre- vent her from being rudely awakened . As my wife , she shall never , if I can help it , know what care and sorrow mean . The world shall be to her more ...
... leave her to her girlish dreams . I , for my part , will do all I can to pre- vent her from being rudely awakened . As my wife , she shall never , if I can help it , know what care and sorrow mean . The world shall be to her more ...
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... leave us now ; he cannot help us . " " Dear Mrs. Mowbray , is there nothing I can do for you - for Hilda ? Only tell me how I may serve you . " " There is nothing to be done , now ! The greatest kindness you can show us is to leave us ...
... leave us now ; he cannot help us . " " Dear Mrs. Mowbray , is there nothing I can do for you - for Hilda ? Only tell me how I may serve you . " " There is nothing to be done , now ! The greatest kindness you can show us is to leave us ...
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... leaving word that he would call again later in the day . It was close upon noon when Hilda sent her almost untasted breakfast away . Mrs. Mowbray had told her maid to say that she had suffered all night from an excruciating headache ...
... leaving word that he would call again later in the day . It was close upon noon when Hilda sent her almost untasted breakfast away . Mrs. Mowbray had told her maid to say that she had suffered all night from an excruciating headache ...
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... Leave me , please ; I am best alone . I suppose Mr. Trelawny has not called since morning ? " " He has not , ma'am ; he said he would , but it has turned out such a day , you see ; and it's not late yet- it's only three o'clock . " " I ...
... Leave me , please ; I am best alone . I suppose Mr. Trelawny has not called since morning ? " " He has not , ma'am ; he said he would , but it has turned out such a day , you see ; and it's not late yet- it's only three o'clock . " " I ...
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Términos y frases comunes
afraid Agnes Alice Arnheim Arnison asked Hilda Aunt Dorothy Aunt Rose beautiful believe better blessed Blue House called Camelford child Christina church cold course cousins Cynthia dare say daughter dear dreadful dress Emily Endlestone fancy father feel felt Fitzroy Square Flossie Giacinta girl Giuditta glad Grey House hand happy heard heart Hilda Capel honour hope Horace Trelawny husband Irene knew Lady Braden Lady Stalker live London looked Lord Camelford Lord Polperro Louis Michaud ma'am mamma marriage married mind Miss Capel mistress morning mother Mowbray never night Octa once Paolo papa perhaps Philip Harwood poor replied scarcely seemed Sir Paul soon sort speak suppose sure sweet talk tell thank thee things thou thought told turned Verjuice Walter wedding wife William Rivers wish woman wonder word young ladies
Pasajes populares
Página 357 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold.
Página 498 - We have but faith: we cannot know, For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness: let it grow. Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Página 469 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Página 97 - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
Página 558 - I will sing unto the Lord as long as I live : I will sing praise to my God while I have my being. My meditation of Him shall be sweet : I will be glad in the Lord.
Página 426 - Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn ; Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Página 345 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Página 119 - ST. AGNES' Eve! — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Página 420 - Wooer light makes fickle troth— Scorn of me recoils on you. Learn to win a lady's faith Nobly, as the thing is high ; Bravely, as for life and death- With a loyal gravity.
Página 119 - FOR EVER with the Lord!" Amen! so let it be! Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.