The Writings of Mrs. Humphry Ward: Lady Rose's daughterHoughton Mifflin, 1910 |
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Aileen asked beside breath Bruges Bruton Street Cadenabbia Captain Warkworth chair child Chudleigh companion course cousin cried the Duchess Crowborough Cureton House dear door drawing-room drew Duke Evelyn eyes face father feel felt Freddie Froswick gave girl Grosvenor Square hand head heart Henry's Heribert Street hesitated Hutton Jacob Delafield Julie de Lespinasse Julie Le Breton Julie's kind knew Lady Blanche Lady Henry Lady Rose laughed letter lips little Duchess live looked round Lord Lackington Madame Bornier Madame du Deffand Mademoiselle Julie Mademoiselle Le Breton marriage marry Meredith mind Miss Le Breton Moffatt Montresor morning mother never night once passion paused poor reply seemed silent Sir Wilfrid Bury smiling stood strange suddenly suppose talk tell Thérèse things thought threw to-morrow to-night told took touch turned voice walked woman words young
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Сторінка 336 - I'll walk where my own nature would be leading : It vexes me to choose another guide : Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding ; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.
Сторінка 297 - The quivering bitterness of her face was most pitiful in Jacob's eyes. ' Oh, people take their time,' he said, trying to speak lightly. She shook her head. 'It's ridiculous that I should care. One's self-love, I suppose — that bleeds ! Evelyn has made me send out cards for a little house-warming. She said I must. She made me go to that smart party at Chatton House the other night. It was a great mistake. People turned their backs on me. And this, too, will be a mistake — and a failure.
Сторінка 390 - And within this divine framework, between the glistening snows which still, in April, crown and glorify the heights, and those reflections of them which lie encalmed in the deep bosom of the lake, there's not a foot of pasture, not a shelf of vineyard, not a slope of forest, where the spring is not at work, dyeing the turf with gentians, starring it with narcissus, or drawing across it the first golden network of the chestnut leaves; where the mere emerald of the grass is not in itself a thing to...
Сторінка 268 - I know a man who would be only too happy to have you for a son-in-law; but his daughter is only eleven; she is an only child, however, and she will be very rich. You know, mon ami, I desire your happiness above all things; how to procure it — there lies the chief interest of my life.