Perplexity, by Sydney Mostyn, Том 3 |
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... once ; but that she might not be balked , she pretended to take little interest . ' Don't tell me , miss , if you have the least doubts o ' me . I think I knows my place too well to be peepin ' and pryin ' into other folks ' At the same ...
... once ; but that she might not be balked , she pretended to take little interest . ' Don't tell me , miss , if you have the least doubts o ' me . I think I knows my place too well to be peepin ' and pryin ' into other folks ' At the same ...
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... very good needlewoman , whose services she would engage at once . I was glad that she proved so phlegmatic and practical . In return for my avowal , I had dreaded a long shrilling of her amazement , which might B 2 PERPLEXITY . 3.
... very good needlewoman , whose services she would engage at once . I was glad that she proved so phlegmatic and practical . In return for my avowal , I had dreaded a long shrilling of her amazement , which might B 2 PERPLEXITY . 3.
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... once . Strongly impressed with the truth of this dream , I had risen ; urged by my promise I had dressed myself , and now sat waiting for that which was never likely to happen . The garb I wore could not disillusion me : the dress was ...
... once . Strongly impressed with the truth of this dream , I had risen ; urged by my promise I had dressed myself , and now sat waiting for that which was never likely to happen . The garb I wore could not disillusion me : the dress was ...
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... revived me ; and the pressure of his arm communicated life to my system . We walked quickly , Mrs. Shaw following us . Once or twice he uttered some endearing exclamation , otherwise no word was exchanged between us . 16 PERPLEXITY .
... revived me ; and the pressure of his arm communicated life to my system . We walked quickly , Mrs. Shaw following us . Once or twice he uttered some endearing exclamation , otherwise no word was exchanged between us . 16 PERPLEXITY .
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... once turned round , walks on , And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread . The secret of my marriage , I said , shall die with the past that gave it birth . I will pluck . the dead thing ...
... once turned round , walks on , And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread . The secret of my marriage , I said , shall die with the past that gave it birth . I will pluck . the dead thing ...
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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.