The Wages of Sin: A Novel, Том 1S. Sonnenschein, 1891 - Всего страниц: 595 |
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... sure , you know . Have you said your grace , Carrie ? ' This again over her shoulder , with a slow smile at the two girls as they left the table . Then she settled herself back in her chair and applied her fingers to the further ...
... sure , you know . Have you said your grace , Carrie ? ' This again over her shoulder , with a slow smile at the two girls as they left the table . Then she settled herself back in her chair and applied her fingers to the further ...
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... sure it's quite dead ? ' she asked , her breath catching between the words . ' The rabbit ? Why , of course it is - dead as a nail . ' Mary's pale face was disfigured by tears . Her eyelids were swollen and red . She looked at him ...
... sure it's quite dead ? ' she asked , her breath catching between the words . ' The rabbit ? Why , of course it is - dead as a nail . ' Mary's pale face was disfigured by tears . Her eyelids were swollen and red . She looked at him ...
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... sure rest ; Shout to the Lord of Glory ! Like tired birds in a swinging nest They'll be cradled to sleep on Abraham's breast , Shout to the Lord of Glory ! As the last words grew indistinct in the distance , Mary Crookenden rose to her ...
... sure rest ; Shout to the Lord of Glory ! Like tired birds in a swinging nest They'll be cradled to sleep on Abraham's breast , Shout to the Lord of Glory ! As the last words grew indistinct in the distance , Mary Crookenden rose to her ...
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... sure you're not too tired to walk , Polly ? ' ' What does he paint ? ' Mary asked , with a sudden awakening of interest . ' Oh ! all sorts of things . I'm sure I don't know , Polly --what they always do paint , I suppose . The village ...
... sure you're not too tired to walk , Polly ? ' ' What does he paint ? ' Mary asked , with a sudden awakening of interest . ' Oh ! all sorts of things . I'm sure I don't know , Polly --what they always do paint , I suppose . The village ...
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... sure about that . I entertain a pleasing belief that I have been there once or twice , for a minute or so ; and that heaven proved to be a far roomier place than most pious persons down here are willing to picture it . ' The miniature ...
... sure about that . I entertain a pleasing belief that I have been there once or twice , for a minute or so ; and that heaven proved to be a far roomier place than most pious persons down here are willing to picture it . ' The miniature ...
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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.