The Wages of Sin: A Novel, Том 1S. Sonnenschein, 1891 - Всего страниц: 595 |
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... believe you don't . Lance always knows , now . ' ' Oh ! Lancelot always knows , does he ? Lancelot is a monstrously clever fellow , ' said the Rector , pinching her ear again . The boy was standing in front of his uncle , while the tame ...
... believe you don't . Lance always knows , now . ' ' Oh ! Lancelot always knows , does he ? Lancelot is a monstrously clever fellow , ' said the Rector , pinching her ear again . The boy was standing in front of his uncle , while the tame ...
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... believe you women begin worrying about who your babies shall , and still more shall not , marry before the poor innocents are out of long clothes . It is the same with all of you . Your outlook is saturated with matrimony . In the ...
... believe you women begin worrying about who your babies shall , and still more shall not , marry before the poor innocents are out of long clothes . It is the same with all of you . Your outlook is saturated with matrimony . In the ...
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... believe I shall ever get home , ' she said . Lancelot paused before answering . A daring idea sug- gested itself to him . But the same instinct that had made him get up from beside his cousin a few minutes back , told him it would be ...
... believe I shall ever get home , ' she said . Lancelot paused before answering . A daring idea sug- gested itself to him . But the same instinct that had made him get up from beside his cousin a few minutes back , told him it would be ...
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... menheer died . There was Parrises living down to Beera two hundred years ago and more , Mr. Colthurst , before ever these Crookenden folks came about . If you don't believe me you can see it in the registers Parson 52 The Wages of Sin .
... menheer died . There was Parrises living down to Beera two hundred years ago and more , Mr. Colthurst , before ever these Crookenden folks came about . If you don't believe me you can see it in the registers Parson 52 The Wages of Sin .
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A Novel Lucas Malet. believe me you can see it in the registers Parson Hawley keeps in the strong box up to church . Many's the time I've heard Aunt Sarah Jane and father tellin ' about mun . If you don't believe me , Mr. Colthurst ...
A Novel Lucas Malet. believe me you can see it in the registers Parson Hawley keeps in the strong box up to church . Many's the time I've heard Aunt Sarah Jane and father tellin ' about mun . If you don't believe me , Mr. Colthurst ...
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Стр. 1 - Things and actions are what they are, and the consequences of them will be what they will be : Why then should we desire to be deceived?
Стр. 77 - There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Стр. 197 - great dramatic moments" are speechless. The film at its best is all dramatic moment. The film is a spirit and they that worship it must worship it in spirit and in truth. Like the garish Transformation Scene and the debased Harlequinade of the old-fashioned pantomime, the only parts remaining true pantomine, its demands are direct and immediate, at once much more and much less than those of the vocal stage-play. And its preliminary demand is for concentration. Given...
Стр. 128 - My dear, pray do not call yourself by such distressing names,' pleaded Miss Harriet, gently. ' Oh ! I don't call myself a spendthrift. I call myself generous, indifferent to base considerations of pounds, shillings, and pence ; superior to the love of money which is the root of all evil, anything and everything the reverse of that most objectionable thing named stingy/ the girl answered, brightly. ' It is dear Sara Jacobini who calls me a spendthrift.
Стр. 49 - Colthurst revelled in incongruities. There was unquestionably a sinister vein in him, a rather morbid enjoyment of all that is strange, jarring, unexpected, abnormal. Some persons, indeed, have gone so far as to accuse him of a love of actual physical deformity^ and a relish of horror for mere horror's sake. No doubt his power of appreciation was widely catholic, his view of beauty an original one. Yet he invariably, as far as I could see, rejected that which was unnatural or unsavoury, unless the...
Стр. 119 - Guatemala did not fall into this error, and it will be a pleasure to recount their proceedings, instinct with the wisdom of the serpent as well as the harmlessness of the dove.
Стр. 98 - For it was a new sort of egg, an unexpected egg ; and their smartness, and knowledge of the world, and literary gifts, and artistic acumen, notwithstanding, they were really at a loss to determine what kind of living creature might be inside it. One section of them, the younger, more progressive, and daring, declared that it undoubtedly contained an eagle...
Стр. 141 - He usually is staring this way,' put in the other lady, parenthetically. ' But I had no notion he was so near. I found myself looking him full in the face.' ' Dear, dear, what a cruel misfortune — specially for him, poor man,' cried Madame Jacobini, putting up both hands and eyebrows.
Стр. 226 - ... long silence. Mary sat down again. She was very quiet, looking up absently at the branches and glossy leaves overhead, still smiling a little, still with a great light in her eyes. All the latent ambition had been stirred into activity within her. The possibilities of life had grown august, imposing. She had always been impatient of restrictions, of mediocrity. She had always wished, and tried, too, in a hundred little ways, to differentiate herself from the ordinary run of social young womanhood.