Friends and Fortune: A Moral TaleD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 240 pages |
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... face without tears , -while by the same post , writes another , that the inconsolable mourner has been gayer than ever , and is considered the prima donna , now I am gone : mark that last phrase , Martin ; for the very individual who ...
... face without tears , -while by the same post , writes another , that the inconsolable mourner has been gayer than ever , and is considered the prima donna , now I am gone : mark that last phrase , Martin ; for the very individual who ...
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... face somewhat red and discomposed , and the breathing remarkably short . " Miss Armadale , if you please - I beg your pardon , ma'am - but could I speak to you for an instant ? " " Come in , Nisbett , " said Miss Armadale , leaning ...
... face somewhat red and discomposed , and the breathing remarkably short . " Miss Armadale , if you please - I beg your pardon , ma'am - but could I speak to you for an instant ? " " Come in , Nisbett , " said Miss Armadale , leaning ...
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... face as that , if he chose to make advances : and I must keep poor Alfred as much out of sight as possible , at least till it is all settled . Let me see - they might buy an estate very near us - there are two to be sold - and there's ...
... face as that , if he chose to make advances : and I must keep poor Alfred as much out of sight as possible , at least till it is all settled . Let me see - they might buy an estate very near us - there are two to be sold - and there's ...
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... face : stammered painfully as he begged her to give him the shawls she was carrying ; took them from her almost by force , and in so doing , broke an elegant smell- ing bottle , full of delicate and costly perfume . " Good heavens ...
... face : stammered painfully as he begged her to give him the shawls she was carrying ; took them from her almost by force , and in so doing , broke an elegant smell- ing bottle , full of delicate and costly perfume . " Good heavens ...
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... face , and winning smile . " I know who you are , " said Master Rory , as he balanced himself on her lap by pulling her dark curls , " you're the poor dependent , I heard mamma say so ! " " And your name is Esther , I heard that ...
... face , and winning smile . " I know who you are , " said Master Rory , as he balanced himself on her lap by pulling her dark curls , " you're the poor dependent , I heard mamma say so ! " " And your name is Esther , I heard that ...
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Page 39 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Page 40 - Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 39 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..