Perplexity, by Sydney Mostyn, Том 3 |
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... husband's voice in my ear whispered endearingly . The clergyman opened the gate , and we followed him into the vestry . Mechan- ically I took the pen that was handed me , and mechanically I scratched my name . Then Frank embraced me ...
... husband's voice in my ear whispered endearingly . The clergyman opened the gate , and we followed him into the vestry . Mechan- ically I took the pen that was handed me , and mechanically I scratched my name . Then Frank embraced me ...
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... husband spoke : My first , my last love , my wife ! ' he ex- claimed , opening his arms . my I went to him , I clung to him , and burying face in his breast , I burst into tears - tears flowing from many sources , many sweet indeed ...
... husband spoke : My first , my last love , my wife ! ' he ex- claimed , opening his arms . my I went to him , I clung to him , and burying face in his breast , I burst into tears - tears flowing from many sources , many sweet indeed ...
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... husband's love had dowered me , Conscience paled and drooped and grew mute . I was vexed no more by her reproaches : at fitful intervals , indeed , during the time that followed , her voice rose ; but she harassed me no more with ...
... husband's love had dowered me , Conscience paled and drooped and grew mute . I was vexed no more by her reproaches : at fitful intervals , indeed , during the time that followed , her voice rose ; but she harassed me no more with ...
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... sacrifice my feelings for my husband , the better I should like it . Conscience had been my first oblation , and pride should follow . He had not intended to tell Lady Monck of his marriage for two or three days , perhaps a PERPLEXITY 21-
... sacrifice my feelings for my husband , the better I should like it . Conscience had been my first oblation , and pride should follow . He had not intended to tell Lady Monck of his marriage for two or three days , perhaps a PERPLEXITY 21-
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... husband stands at the gate , having pulled the polished brass bell - handle which glitters near the plate bearing his name . It is noon the sun has dwarfed the shadows , and is roasting the hedgerows to a deep rich brown ; not a sigh of ...
... husband stands at the gate , having pulled the polished brass bell - handle which glitters near the plate bearing his name . It is noon the sun has dwarfed the shadows , and is roasting the hedgerows to a deep rich brown ; not a sigh of ...
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Сторінка 8 - I REQUIRE and charge you both, as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you know any impediment, why ye may not be lawfully joined together in Matrimony, ye do now confess it.
Сторінка 19 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Сторінка 90 - Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there at all times, indeed. One may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house, and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun.
Сторінка 85 - As fills a father's eyes with light; And pleasures flow in so thick and fast Upon his heart, that he at last Must needs express his love's excess With words of unmeant bitterness. Perhaps 'tis pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other, To mutter and mock a broken charm, To dally with wrong that does no harm. Perhaps 'tis tender too and pretty 670 At each wild word to feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity.