Savrola: A Tale of the Revolution in LauraniaLongmans, Green, 1899 - 345 стор. |
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... houses , and the gardens of the city of Laurania . Everything shone wetly in the sunlight : the dust had been laid ... House . It was welcome , but it had not altered their anxious and angry looks ; it had drenched them without cooling ...
... houses , and the gardens of the city of Laurania . Everything shone wetly in the sunlight : the dust had been laid ... House . It was welcome , but it had not altered their anxious and angry looks ; it had drenched them without cooling ...
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... the roofs , of the houses and offices which overlooked the scene were crowded with spectators . It was a great multitude and it Wild passions vibrated with excitement . surged across the throng 2 AN EVENT OF POLITICAL IMPORTANCE .
... the roofs , of the houses and offices which overlooked the scene were crowded with spectators . It was a great multitude and it Wild passions vibrated with excitement . surged across the throng 2 AN EVENT OF POLITICAL IMPORTANCE .
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... into a dull dis- sonant hum of rising anger . At last the answer came . There was a house , overlooking the square , which was separated from the Chamber of Representa- tives only by a 8 AN EVENT OF POLITICAL IMPORTANCE .
... into a dull dis- sonant hum of rising anger . At last the answer came . There was a house , overlooking the square , which was separated from the Chamber of Representa- tives only by a 8 AN EVENT OF POLITICAL IMPORTANCE .
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... house the young man , Moret , the Civic Councillor , now re- appeared , and his coming was the signal for a storm of wild , anxious cries from the vast concourse . He held up his hand for silence and after some moments his words became ...
... house the young man , Moret , the Civic Councillor , now re- appeared , and his coming was the signal for a storm of wild , anxious cries from the vast concourse . He held up his hand for silence and after some moments his words became ...
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... House a remarkable figure . He wore the splendid blue and white uniform of a general of the Lauranian Army ; his breast glittered with medals and orders ; his keen strong features were composed . He paused for a moment before descending ...
... House a remarkable figure . He wore the splendid blue and white uniform of a general of the Lauranian Army ; his breast glittered with medals and orders ; his keen strong features were composed . He paused for a moment before descending ...
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Сторінка 345 - His reign is marked by the rare advantage of furnishing very few materials for history; which is, indeed, little more than the register of the crimes, follies, and misfortunes of mankind.
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Сторінка 42 - Was it worth it? The struggle, the labour, the constant rush of affairs, the sacrifice of so many things that make life easy, or pleasant — for what? A people's good ! That, he could not disguise from himself, was rather the direction than the cause of his efforts. Ambition was the motive force, and he was powerless to resist it.
Сторінка 44 - She had nursed him from his birth up with a devotion and care which knew no break. It is a strange thing, the love of these women. Perhaps it is the only disinterested affection in the world. The mother loves her child; that is maternal nature. The youth loves his sweetheart; that too may be explained. The dog loves his master; he feeds him; a man loves his friend; he has stood by him perhaps at doubtful moments. In all these are reasons; but the love of a foster-mother for her charge appears absolutely...
Сторінка 89 - ... comprehensible even to the most illiterate, and appeals to the most simple; something to lift their minds from the material cares of life and to awake sentiment. His ideas began to take the form of words, to group themselves into sentences ; he murmured to himself ; the rhythm of his own language swayed him ; instinctively he alliterated. Ideas succeeded one another as a stream flows swiftly by and the light changes on its waters. He seized a piece of paper and began hurriedly to pencil notes....
Сторінка 344 - Those who care to further follow the annals of the Republic of Laurania may read how, after the tumults had subsided, the hearts of the people turned again to the illustrious exile who had won them freedom and whom they had deserted in the hour of victory. They may, scoffing at the fickleness of men, read of the return of Savrola and his beautiful consort, to the ancient city he had loved so well.
Сторінка 43 - He could appreciate the delights of an artist, a life devoted to the search for beauty, or of sport, the keenest pleasure that leaves no sting behind. To live in dreamy quiet and philosophic calm in some beautiful garden, far from the noise of men and with every diversion that art and intellect could suggest, was, he felt, a more agreeable picture. And yet he knew that he could not endure it. Vehement, high, and daring was his cast of mind.
Сторінка 100 - ... nor do gentlemen fight with bludgeons." " I prefer swords," said Savrola reflectively. He had reached the head of the stairs and Lucile stood before him. What a queen she looked, how peerless and incomparable among all women ! The fine tiara she wore suggested sovereignty, and democrat as he was, he bowed to that alone. She held out her hand ; he took it with reverence and courtesy, but the contact thrilled him. The President selected a fat but famous woman from the aristocracy of Laurania, and...
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