James Gordon's Wife, Том 2Hurst and Blackett, 1871 |
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... stopped short in his walk . No , by Jove ! is he ? " he exclaimed , with a passionate stamp . Then , his face crimson , wrenching his arm away , he strode on at a furious pace while poor Mr. Morris panted and puffed behind . : " My dear ...
... stopped short in his walk . No , by Jove ! is he ? " he exclaimed , with a passionate stamp . Then , his face crimson , wrenching his arm away , he strode on at a furious pace while poor Mr. Morris panted and puffed behind . : " My dear ...
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... stopped her ears . Gabrielle understood her sufficiently well to know , that expostulation would be use- less . The subject was therefore , by mutual consent , tabooed between them ; Cissy si- lently executing her own plans , and Gabri ...
... stopped her ears . Gabrielle understood her sufficiently well to know , that expostulation would be use- less . The subject was therefore , by mutual consent , tabooed between them ; Cissy si- lently executing her own plans , and Gabri ...
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... stopped , in blank consternation . One hasty step forward he made : then paused again . What right had he to be her com- forter ? " Send him away - oh , send him away , " whispered Gabrielle , tightening the pressure of her hands ; and ...
... stopped , in blank consternation . One hasty step forward he made : then paused again . What right had he to be her com- forter ? " Send him away - oh , send him away , " whispered Gabrielle , tightening the pressure of her hands ; and ...
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... " don't trouble yourself about him . " " But did he see ? " 66 Well , of course he saw ; " replied Cissy , coaxingly : " But what then ? He could not know____ " " Here she stopped ; feeling that , to use a 100 JAMES GORDON'S WIFE .
... " don't trouble yourself about him . " " But did he see ? " 66 Well , of course he saw ; " replied Cissy , coaxingly : " But what then ? He could not know____ " " Here she stopped ; feeling that , to use a 100 JAMES GORDON'S WIFE .
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Ellen Clutton-Brock. Here she stopped ; feeling that , to use a vulgar expression ; she was " putting her foot in it . " " What did he say ? " " Oh dear ! what dreadful pertinacity ! " thought Cissy . " Say ? Nothing much . Only asked ...
Ellen Clutton-Brock. Here she stopped ; feeling that , to use a vulgar expression ; she was " putting her foot in it . " " What did he say ? " " Oh dear ! what dreadful pertinacity ! " thought Cissy . " Say ? Nothing much . Only asked ...
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66 Cissy ALFRED TENNYSON answered Barber beautiful believe better brielle Charlie Godfrey Charlie's child Cissy's cold cough cousin cried Cissy curtsey daisy chain dear door dream engagement Eversfield exclaimed eyes face fact Farnley fashionable young feel felt flirt Gabrielle Gabrielle's girls glanced gone Gordon hand Hanover Square happy head hear heard heart hope James James's Janet knew Koh-i-noor Kyrie Eleison Lady Louisa laughing leave Leeds little eyes look Lord Joseph Lorton Marian marriage married Miss Featherstone Miss Wynn Morris Never mind Olivia paused perhaps poor present pretty Raynton rectory remember returned Rotherbridge seemed sigh silence Sims Reeves smile soul spoke stare stood suddenly suppose sure talk tell Thank there's things thought tion told tone Trevor turned Undine voice wife wish wonder words young lady
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Сторінка 207 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay ; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Сторінка 207 - SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Сторінка 96 - ROCK ME TO SLEEP BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep!
Сторінка 282 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Сторінка 96 - Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep — Rock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep!
Сторінка 96 - Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you! Many a summer the grass has grown green Blossomed and faded, our faces between; Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain. Long I tonight for your presence again. Come from the silence so long and so deep; Rock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep.
Сторінка 108 - Be mine a philosopher's life in the quiet woodland ways, Where if I cannot be gay let a passionless peace be my lot, Far-off from the clamour of liars belied in the hubbub of lies ; From the long-neck'd geese of the world that are ever hissing dispraise Because their natures are little, and, whether he heed it or not, Where each man walks with his head in a cloud of poisonous flies.
Сторінка 108 - Ah Maud, you milkwhite fawn, you are all unmeet for a wife. Your mother is mute in her grave as her image in marble above; Your father is ever in London, you wander about at your will; You have but fed on the roses and lain in the lilies of life.
Сторінка 163 - honour, and keep her ' — ' forsake all other ' for her : but will he 'love her' — the first of all? And, if not, what is he going to do? To perjure himself in the sight of God, if not in the sight of man — to kneel before God's altar as a hypocrite — Oh, it is awful ! I cannot think of it.