Passion and principleH.C. Carey and I. Lea, 1825 |
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... tears , your fore- head burns and beats ; -stay , stay , and I will speak . " " In pity do ! " said the unhappy girl . แ " Fanny , idol of my heart ! -for such you are , " said he - and even he was moved to tears , - " you saw my gloom ...
... tears , your fore- head burns and beats ; -stay , stay , and I will speak . " " In pity do ! " said the unhappy girl . แ " Fanny , idol of my heart ! -for such you are , " said he - and even he was moved to tears , - " you saw my gloom ...
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... tears , my best beloved , " said Welsted , " we have no time to spare . " " How can I appear ? " said Fanny- " it will be seen that I have been crying . " " No matter , no matter , " said Francis , " to - morrow will set all to rights ...
... tears , my best beloved , " said Welsted , " we have no time to spare . " " How can I appear ? " said Fanny- " it will be seen that I have been crying . " " No matter , no matter , " said Francis , " to - morrow will set all to rights ...
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... tears of LOVE of avowed , and as she then believed , unrequited LOVE . The servant had no sooner announced to the party as- sembled , that Miss Fanny was not well , and had gone to bed , than Mrs. Rodney bustled up to her room , and ...
... tears of LOVE of avowed , and as she then believed , unrequited LOVE . The servant had no sooner announced to the party as- sembled , that Miss Fanny was not well , and had gone to bed , than Mrs. Rodney bustled up to her room , and ...
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... tear ; " come hither , my good boy , Francis , come hither ; -sit you down - shut the door - there - sit down , " and the old gentleman was visibly moved by some strong feeling . " It is extremely provoking , " said he , " that trivial ...
... tear ; " come hither , my good boy , Francis , come hither ; -sit you down - shut the door - there - sit down , " and the old gentleman was visibly moved by some strong feeling . " It is extremely provoking , " said he , " that trivial ...
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... tears . This was momentary - he roused him- self - sat up - listened - the rattling of plates and clatter- ing of knives and forks announced that dinner was serv- ed to the boys . Mrs. Rodney would be with them su- perintending . Fanny ...
... tears . This was momentary - he roused him- self - sat up - listened - the rattling of plates and clatter- ing of knives and forks announced that dinner was serv- ed to the boys . Mrs. Rodney would be with them su- perintending . Fanny ...
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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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