The house of Raby; or, Our lady of darkness [by J.M. Hooper]. |
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Alice Trevor arms Arundel Raby asked aunt beautiful Blanch of Castile bless brother Carleton Castle Carleton villagers child dear door earl eyes face father fear feel felt François Frank garet Geraldine Trevor Geraldine's girl give hand happy hear heard heart hope housekeeper husband James Hastings kissed knew Lady Alice Lady Carleton Lady Fortescue Lady Geraldine Lady Glengarry laughed letter live look Lord Carleton Lord Merle Margaret Hastings marriage married mind Miss Hastings Miss Price Morton mother never night North Ashurst oak-parlour once pain pale passion poor Raby's raldine replied rose seemed servants sister smile soon speak spoke stood strong Sunny Bank sure sweet tableau vivant talk tell things thought told tone truth turned Vine-Room voice walked watched whispered wife William Grey wish woman words Wynn young
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