Longman's Magazine, Том 17Longmans, Green, 1891 |
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... poor creature now poured out all her woes , all the insults and bad usage she had borne in silence she now proclaimed . She sobbed forth her simple faith in Pinard and her awaking from her dream . May I never see him again , ' she cried ...
... poor creature now poured out all her woes , all the insults and bad usage she had borne in silence she now proclaimed . She sobbed forth her simple faith in Pinard and her awaking from her dream . May I never see him again , ' she cried ...
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... Poor fellow ! It was his own palate that was at fault , and once having seasoned a dish for the little family according to his ideas , it was so strong as to cause the tears to come to Célimène's eyes , and though Jacques declared ...
... Poor fellow ! It was his own palate that was at fault , and once having seasoned a dish for the little family according to his ideas , it was so strong as to cause the tears to come to Célimène's eyes , and though Jacques declared ...
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... poor Jacques , pale and excited , with eager face , asked constantly : ' What is this new excitement ? ' In vain Virginie and Célimène assured him it was nothing . Soon sentries were placed in their very street , and from the room where ...
... poor Jacques , pale and excited , with eager face , asked constantly : ' What is this new excitement ? ' In vain Virginie and Célimène assured him it was nothing . Soon sentries were placed in their very street , and from the room where ...
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... poor sufferer in his agony . Yet for twenty - four hours this continued . As the tumult heightened Jacques's terrors increased , until at last , when the first cannonade of the 13th Vendémiaire took place , he raised himself in his bed ...
... poor sufferer in his agony . Yet for twenty - four hours this continued . As the tumult heightened Jacques's terrors increased , until at last , when the first cannonade of the 13th Vendémiaire took place , he raised himself in his bed ...
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... Jean . There was a pause , the two watched poor Jacques . ' He is very bad , ' said Louison , Another pause . Louison's eyes wandered round the room . ' He could not be worse , ' forward . FRIDTJOF NANSEN , 34 VIRGINIE .
... Jean . There was a pause , the two watched poor Jacques . ' He is very bad , ' said Louison , Another pause . Louison's eyes wandered round the room . ' He could not be worse , ' forward . FRIDTJOF NANSEN , 34 VIRGINIE .
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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.