Through the shadows, by the author of 'Sidney Grey'.Hurst and Blackett, 1859 |
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... late , and you know we never are , mamma , " said Caroline . " Well ! perhaps , I am impatient , " her mother answered , wearily , " but I have been so un- easy ; I thought I heard Tom tumbling down the stairs ; there was a dreadful ...
... late , and you know we never are , mamma , " said Caroline . " Well ! perhaps , I am impatient , " her mother answered , wearily , " but I have been so un- easy ; I thought I heard Tom tumbling down the stairs ; there was a dreadful ...
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... late at night ; at all events they could know nothing about her own especial subjects of anxiety . Those unpaid bills of which Frederick talked so much to her in private , when he was in a confidential mood ; or the 12 THROUGH THE SHADOWS .
... late at night ; at all events they could know nothing about her own especial subjects of anxiety . Those unpaid bills of which Frederick talked so much to her in private , when he was in a confidential mood ; or the 12 THROUGH THE SHADOWS .
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... late again this evening . The moments passed , and he did not make his appearance ; the tea - equipage was finally dismissed , and the children resumed their work and their books . Ruth thought she knew quite well what sort of an ...
... late again this evening . The moments passed , and he did not make his appearance ; the tea - equipage was finally dismissed , and the children resumed their work and their books . Ruth thought she knew quite well what sort of an ...
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... late . Mrs. Brandon and the children looked up curiously , Miss Earle left off counting the rows in her knitting , there was a minute's talk at the door , the sound of steps was heard coming down the hall ; then the door was thrown wide ...
... late . Mrs. Brandon and the children looked up curiously , Miss Earle left off counting the rows in her knitting , there was a minute's talk at the door , the sound of steps was heard coming down the hall ; then the door was thrown wide ...
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... late hours , if his clerks were employed till this time in the evening . Ruth saw the anxious look come back into her mother's eyes , and divin- ing some words that were about to fall from her aunt's lips , she courageously threw ...
... late hours , if his clerks were employed till this time in the evening . Ruth saw the anxious look come back into her mother's eyes , and divin- ing some words that were about to fall from her aunt's lips , she courageously threw ...
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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.