Through the shadows, by the author of 'Sidney Grey'.Hurst and Blackett, 1859 |
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... heard the carriage coming up the street , and I felt afraid that you would keep your uncle waiting . If I could have made Susan , or Tom , or Arthur hear me , I should have sent one of them to tell you to come down . " " You always ...
... heard the carriage coming up the street , and I felt afraid that you would keep your uncle waiting . If I could have made Susan , or Tom , or Arthur hear me , I should have sent one of them to tell you to come down . " " You always ...
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... heard how Mr. Meyer behaved to your grandpapa . " Ruth had been told this more or less emphatically ever since she was ten years old , and lately she had found herself wondering whether the little Meyers heard as often how grandpapa had ...
... heard how Mr. Meyer behaved to your grandpapa . " Ruth had been told this more or less emphatically ever since she was ten years old , and lately she had found herself wondering whether the little Meyers heard as often how grandpapa had ...
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... heard coming down the hall ; then the door was thrown wide open , and a tall man in a rough coat stood for a moment in the doorway , shading his eyes with his hands , and looking eagerly in , as if to make sure of the identity of the ...
... heard coming down the hall ; then the door was thrown wide open , and a tall man in a rough coat stood for a moment in the doorway , shading his eyes with his hands , and looking eagerly in , as if to make sure of the identity of the ...
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... heard when she returned to the parlour proved that what- ever other change had come over her cousin , he had certainly not lost his talent for asking mal - à - propos questions . He had not been in the house an hour , and yet he had ...
... heard when she returned to the parlour proved that what- ever other change had come over her cousin , he had certainly not lost his talent for asking mal - à - propos questions . He had not been in the house an hour , and yet he had ...
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... heard ? " " Of my mother's death ? -yes , " said Sebastion , bending down his head ; " I got all my letters at the same time , when I returned to Alexandria , two months ago . I set off home as soon as I could after I had heard ...
... heard ? " " Of my mother's death ? -yes , " said Sebastion , bending down his head ; " I got all my letters at the same time , when I returned to Alexandria , two months ago . I set off home as soon as I could after I had heard ...
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Alice Alice's amuse answer anxiety anxious asked Aunt Harriet began Bilton BISHOP BUTLER boys brother Caroline Caroline's carriage child coming cousin Sebastion daughter dear door Earle's Court entered eyes face fancy father feel felt friends Gadstone garden girl glad glance hand Harry head hear heard heart Italy Kingsmills knew lady Leasows letter look Major Earle mamma Maxwell Maxwell's Meyer mind minute Miss Ash Miss Belinda Miss Brandon Miss Earle Miss Earle's morning mother never passed perhaps picture pleasure poor racter round Ruth's seat Sebas Sebastion's silence sister smile sofa soon sort stairs standing stay Stone Street stood sure talk tell thing thought tion told tone took trouble turned uncle usual voice waiting walked Warren watching William Ash window wish wonder words young
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Page 171 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 128 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 268 - there is a time to speak, and a time to keep silence." One meets with people in the world, who seem never to have made the last of these observations. And yet these great talkers do not at all speak from their having anything to say, as every sentence shows, but only from their inclination to be talking.
Page 215 - THE world's a room of sickness, where each heart Knows its own anguish and unrest ; The truest wisdom there, and noblest art, Is his who skills of comfort best ; Whom by the softest step and gentlest tone Enfeebled spirits own, And love to raise the languid eye, When, like an angel's wing, they feel him fleeting by...
Page 176 - O SWEET pale Margaret, O rare pale Margaret, What lit your eyes with tearful power, Like moonlight on a falling shower ? Who lent you, love, your mortal dower Of pensive thought and aspect pale, Your melancholy sweet and frail As perfume of the cuckoo flower ? From the westward-winding flood, From the evening-lighted wood, From all things outward you have won A tearful grace, as tho' you stood Between the rainbow and the sun.
Page 260 - Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, Tirra lirra', by the river Sang Sir Lancelot.
Page 40 - ... discourse of the affairs of others, and giving of characters. These are in a manner the same: and one can scarce call it an indifferent subject, because discourse upon it almost perpetually runs into somewhat criminal. And first of all, it were very much to be wished that this did not take up so great a part of conversation ; because it is indeed a subject of a dangerous nature.