Perplexity, by Sydney Mostyn, Том 3 |
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... 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 from ...
... 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 from ...
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... turned his head from her , bit his lip , but remained silent . ' So , ' she burst out , unable any longer to re- press her passion , ' I have petted you , I have boasted of you , I have educated you , I have been at the pains to instil ...
... turned his head from her , bit his lip , but remained silent . ' So , ' she burst out , unable any longer to re- press her passion , ' I have petted you , I have boasted of you , I have educated you , I have been at the pains to instil ...
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... turned out as Frank had suspected ; he came to me on Friday and announced his mother's intention of receiving me . ' She told me so on my returning home last night , ' he said . ' I kissed her and told her that her decision made me very ...
... turned out as Frank had suspected ; he came to me on Friday and announced his mother's intention of receiving me . ' She told me so on my returning home last night , ' he said . ' I kissed her and told her that her decision made me very ...
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... turned the handle of the door and entered . Lady Monck sat in an armchair near the open window . Taking a tight grasp of my faculties , I stood , waiting to be introduced . ' Mother , my wife ! ' said Frank . She rose , and made me one ...
... turned the handle of the door and entered . Lady Monck sat in an armchair near the open window . Taking a tight grasp of my faculties , I stood , waiting to be introduced . ' Mother , my wife ! ' said Frank . She rose , and made me one ...
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... turned my attention to a stained - glass door , which , gazing through it , I perceived led into the garden . A flight of wooden steps conducted me to the lawn ; I opened the door and passed out . The air was heavy and hot ; the chant ...
... turned my attention to a stained - glass door , which , gazing through it , I perceived led into the garden . A flight of wooden steps conducted me to the lawn ; I opened the door and passed out . The air was heavy and hot ; the chant ...
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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.