Longman's Magazine, Том 17Longmans, Green, 1891 |
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... cried the military man . ' See , all this is thine , ' and with officious hand he again gathered up the winnings and again in passing them to the young man contrived to abstract a few coins . The excitement was very great . À moi ! ' cried ...
... cried the military man . ' See , all this is thine , ' and with officious hand he again gathered up the winnings and again in passing them to the young man contrived to abstract a few coins . The excitement was very great . À moi ! ' cried ...
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... cried the military man . ' See , all this is thine , ' and with officious hand he again gathered up the winnings and again in passing them to the young man contrived to abstract a few coins . The excitement was very great . ' À moi ! ' ...
... cried the military man . ' See , all this is thine , ' and with officious hand he again gathered up the winnings and again in passing them to the young man contrived to abstract a few coins . The excitement was very great . ' À moi ! ' ...
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... cried another . ' Monsieur , ' cried the proprietor of the rooms to La Beauce , ' do you complain of this man ? He is well known , and I only allowed him here because he came with M. le Vicomte here . ' ' I don't know him , ' said a ...
... cried another . ' Monsieur , ' cried the proprietor of the rooms to La Beauce , ' do you complain of this man ? He is well known , and I only allowed him here because he came with M. le Vicomte here . ' ' I don't know him , ' said a ...
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... cried Pinard . ' You are not now with your regiment ; you are in Paris , where all are equal . ' ' All honest men ! ' cried the Count . ' Who accuses me ? ' cried Pinard , and he looked around . The street was deserted , there was no ...
... cried Pinard . ' You are not now with your regiment ; you are in Paris , where all are equal . ' ' All honest men ! ' cried the Count . ' Who accuses me ? ' cried Pinard , and he looked around . The street was deserted , there was no ...
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... cried the Comte , authoritatively . ' I brought this on myself by my good nature . Now , go ! ' and he pointed up the street with his raised stick . ' And do not let us see you again . ' Pinard stooped to pick up his stick , but Junot ...
... cried the Comte , authoritatively . ' I brought this on myself by my good nature . Now , go ! ' and he pointed up the street with his raised stick . ' And do not let us see you again . ' Pinard stooped to pick up his stick , but Junot ...
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Стр. 332 - they cried, ' O look at the trees ! ' With lessened load a few carts creak and blunder, Following along the white deserted way, A country company long dispersed asunder : When now already the sun, in pale display Standing by Paul's high dome, spread forth below His sparkling beams, and awoke the stir of the day.
Стр. 606 - ... property" and something to do with the Bible Society. It couldn't have been but that he was a good type. Pemberton himself remembered Mrs Clancy, a widowed sister of Mr Moreen's, who was as irritating as a moral tale and had paid a fortnight's visit to the family at Nice shortly after he came to live with them. She was "pure and refined...
Стр. 331 - ... might I let thee go. I will not let thee go. The stars that crowd the summer skies Have watched us so below With all their million eyes, I dare not let thee go. I will not let thee go. Have we not chid the changeful moon, Now rising late, and now Because she set too soon, And shall I let thee go ? I will not let thee go.
Стр. 508 - ... master exchanged a longish glance in which there was a consciousness of many more things than are usually touched upon, even tacitly, in such a relation, It produced for Pemberton an embarrassment; it raised in a shadowy form a question this was the first glimpse of it - destined to play a singular and, as he imagined, owing to the altogether peculiar conditions, an unprecedented part in his intercourse with his little companion...
Стр. 104 - It is neither to be chilled by selfishness, nor daunted by danger, nor weakened by worthlessness, nor stifled by ingratitude. She will sacrifice every comfort to his convenience ; she will surrender every pleasure to his enjoyment; she will glory in his fame, and exult in his prosperity : — and, if...
Стр. 332 - The eye marvelled — marvelled at the dazzling whiteness The ear hearkened to the stillness of the solemn air; No sound of wheel rumbling nor of foot falling, And the busy morning cries came thin and spare. Then boys I heard, as they went to school, calling, They gathered up the crystal manna to freeze...
Стр. 612 - Elysees, of which Mrs. Moreen had given him the address. A deep if dumb dissatisfaction with this lady and her companions bore him company: they couldn't be vulgarly honest, but they could live at hotels, in velvety entresols, amid a smell of burnt pastilles, surrounded by the most expensive city in Europe. When he had left them in Venice it was with an irrepressible suspicion that something was going to happen; but the only thing that could have taken place was again their masterly retreat. "How...
Стр. 224 - What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
Стр. 372 - Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting upon London Stone, I charge and command that, of the city's cost, the pissing conduit run nothing but claret wine this first year of our reign.
Стр. 509 - Morgan had the easy reply that he hadn't dreamed of abusing them; which appeared to be true: it put Pemberton in the wrong. "Then why am I a humbug for saying I think them charming?" the young man asked, conscious of a certain rashness. "Well— they're not your parents." "They love you better than anything in the world— never forget that," said Pemberton. "Is that why you like them so much?" "They're very kind to me," Pemberton replied, evasively.