Belinda: A Novel, Том 2Richard Bentley and son, 1883 |
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... Throw him over ! What will he care ? What harm will it do him ? How much the worse is he for having been thrown over by me ? " Belinda still stands , white and trem- bling , her eyes staring stonily out into vacancy . Before them ...
... Throw him over ! What will he care ? What harm will it do him ? How much the worse is he for having been thrown over by me ? " Belinda still stands , white and trem- bling , her eyes staring stonily out into vacancy . Before them ...
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... throw- ing her greeting at them like a paving- stone . " I have just been up to wish granny a merry Christmas , but she does not seem very bright , eh ? Do you think she is breaking at all ? She did not seem up to her usual mark ...
... throw- ing her greeting at them like a paving- stone . " I have just been up to wish granny a merry Christmas , but she does not seem very bright , eh ? Do you think she is breaking at all ? She did not seem up to her usual mark ...
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... she speaks , she staggers to the window , and throws up the sash ; whether -even in this icehouse atmosphere- gasping for yet more air , or driven by some darker impulse . the hurricane has lulled . For BELINDA . 133.
... she speaks , she staggers to the window , and throws up the sash ; whether -even in this icehouse atmosphere- gasping for yet more air , or driven by some darker impulse . the hurricane has lulled . For BELINDA . 133.
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... throw satin reflets ; a little chaplet of seasonable cowslips clasps her well - set head , and wrath has borrowed love's red pennon and planted it in her cheeks . She looks a magnificent embodiment of youth and vigour , dwarfing into ...
... throw satin reflets ; a little chaplet of seasonable cowslips clasps her well - set head , and wrath has borrowed love's red pennon and planted it in her cheeks . She looks a magnificent embodiment of youth and vigour , dwarfing into ...
Стр. 237
... Forth , still ironically regarding the blurred page . For all answer , she rises to her feet , and throws her pen with violence down upon the floor . " Your machine has broken down for to- day , " she says , with a pale , BELINDA . 237.
... Forth , still ironically regarding the blurred page . For all answer , she rises to her feet , and throws her pen with violence down upon the floor . " Your machine has broken down for to- day , " she says , with a pale , BELINDA . 237.
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accent amuse answers Belinda asks Sarah Bellairs beneath better breaks breath Britannia metal chair cheeks cold comes cries Sarah dance DAVID RIVERS dogs door drawing-room Dresden drily ears Empedocles equerry eyes face feels fessor fire Folkestone fond Forth's give glance gone granny hair hand head hear heart hesitating hold hour hurry husband iron knees laburnum leave lifts light lips listening look marriage married Menander mind mirth Miss Churchill Miss Watson Monaco months morning never night once Oxbridge pause perhaps Professor Punch rejoins replies Belinda replies Sarah RHODA BROUGHTON RICHARD BENTLEY Rivers round says Belinda says Sarah scarcely seems shakes silence sister sitting Slutty smile snow speaks stands Staveley sure tears tell thing thought throws to-day to-morrow tone turn voice walk Waterloo Bridge Wesenstein window wish woman words young young Rivers
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Стр. 100 - WILT thou have this Man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honor, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?
Стр. 123 - Den ersten besten Mann, Der ihr in den Weg gelaufen ; Der Jüngling ist übel dran. Es ist eine alte Geschichte, Doch bleibt sie immer neu ; Und wem sie just passieret, Dem bricht das Herz entzwei.
Стр. 152 - IF IT could be demonstrated that any complex organ existed, which could not possibly have been formed by numerous, successive, slight modifications, my theory would absolutely break down.
Стр. 255 - Where the daisies are rose-scented, And the rose herself has got Perfume which on earth is not; Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth; Philosophic numbers smooth; Tales and golden histories Of heaven and its mysteries.
Стр. 273 - IN other climes, a sunset of suave sublimity usually means that it will be followed by a sunrise as nobly fair. But in our free isle this is not the case. Even the weather will submit to no tyranny, but follows its own wild and freakish will. You may close your eyes upon a distant steady heaven of molten copper and speckless blue ; and open them upon a soaked-blanket sky, half an inch above your head. During the many wakeful patches that vary the sameness of her night, Belinda has full time to repent...
Стр. 297 - I am very sorry ; it was very foolish ; but — but — I did not expect you home by so early a train." He gives a little odious, though perhaps pardonable, laugh. " That fact was sufficiently obvious."
Стр. 283 - I hope you will forgive our calling so early," says Bellairs, a little relieved, but still not very comfortable in his spirits; "we—we wanted to know what you thought about the river." "About the river!" cries Sarah, still cross and sleepy, casting a sarcastic glance, first at the weather, and then at the young man; "are we frogs, or young ducks?" He looks so silly, that Miss Churchill laughs, her good-humour at once restored.
Стр. 278 - ... irritation, totally unable to follow her philosophic sister's example, and fidgeting uneasily about the room. " Who indeed ? " rejoins Sarah equably. There is something in the indifferent content of her voice that jars upon Belinda's mood. The dogs have taken their cue from Miss Churchill — Punch has got inside the fender as if it were winter ; the cat lies lazily stretched just outside the parrot's cage ; and Polly, exasperated by her air of calm security, is walking. stealthily, head downwards,...
Стр. 155 - A thousand times the worse, to want thy light! — Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, towards school with heavy looks.