Passion and principleH.C. Carey and I. Lea, 1825 |
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... mind , " said ( or rather sang ) Rodney , " as its characteristics , which force themselves , as it were , upon our attention . There is an originality about him which reminds one of that beautiful expression of Goëthe when speaking of ...
... mind , " said ( or rather sang ) Rodney , " as its characteristics , which force themselves , as it were , upon our attention . There is an originality about him which reminds one of that beautiful expression of Goëthe when speaking of ...
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... minds in earlier days , but the alteration was so gradual , the change so imperceptible in its progress , that when Fran- cis Welsted at length discovered that the lovely and amiable daughter of his patron and protector was the idol of ...
... minds in earlier days , but the alteration was so gradual , the change so imperceptible in its progress , that when Fran- cis Welsted at length discovered that the lovely and amiable daughter of his patron and protector was the idol of ...
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... mind is disturbed , disordered , almost deranged . " " Dear Welsted , " said Fanny , " what can you mean ? -what has occurred to cast this gloom over your mind ? " " Fanny ! " said the devoted young man , " years have passed and I have ...
... mind is disturbed , disordered , almost deranged . " " Dear Welsted , " said Fanny , " what can you mean ? -what has occurred to cast this gloom over your mind ? " " Fanny ! " said the devoted young man , " years have passed and I have ...
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... mind , with the subject of his present sorrow and determination . " Have you relished your supper , Brashleigh ? " said Mrs. Rodney . " Yes , ma'am , thank you , " said the boy . ' Well , I hope you won't be ill in the morning , " said ...
... mind , with the subject of his present sorrow and determination . " Have you relished your supper , Brashleigh ? " said Mrs. Rodney . " Yes , ma'am , thank you , " said the boy . ' Well , I hope you won't be ill in the morning , " said ...
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... mind , of any attachment in the quar- ter where it really existed , and he felt grateful for it , however much surprised that the intimacy should so long have subsisted without giving rise to a supposition , in the mind of Fanny's ...
... mind , of any attachment in the quar- ter where it really existed , and he felt grateful for it , however much surprised that the intimacy should so long have subsisted without giving rise to a supposition , in the mind of Fanny's ...
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academy affection agitated agreeable amiable appearance bell boys called Cape Town carriage child command conduct Cordelia Countess daugh daughter dear delighted desire dinner Dixon door dreadful duty earl excellency excellency's eyes Fanny's father feelings felt Francis Welsted Frank gaiety girl Grosvenor Square Hackney hand happiness Harriet heard heart honour hope husband India knew Lady Brashleigh Lady Maria ladyship letter London look lord Feversham lordship Ma'am Major Mims manner ment mind Miss Tickle Montgomery Place morning Mounsheer mutton never night noble nonsense verses object opera pale parents party perfectly perhaps person poor Fanny portmanteau present proceeded racter received recollect Rodney Rodney's Ronfleur Rutherford seemed servant ship Sir Fre Sir Frederick Brashleigh society Somerville House sorrow sted sure tears thing thought Tickle's Tiffin tion uncon usher Viscount waiter Walford Welsted's wife young ladies
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