The Marquis of Lossie, Volumen1Hurst and Blackett, 1877 |
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Página 169 - I want to help you to grow as beautiful as God meant you to be when he thought of you first.
Página 37 - My mither winna, my father daurna, an' the bairnie canna, an' I gang near naebody forbye." " Weel, we maunna stan' oot here i' the cauld : come this gait," said Malcolm. " The bairnie 'ill get its deid." " There wadna be mony to greit at that," returned Lizzy, and pressed the child closer to her bosom. Malcolm led the way to the little chamber contrived under the temple in the heart of the hill, and unlocking the door made her enter. There he seated her in a comfortable chair, and wrapped her in...
Página 78 - ... mattered little to Malcolm. He was no curious student of man or woman. He loved his kind too well to study it. But one thing seemed plain : she had forgotten the half friendship and whole service that had had place betwixt them, and it made him feel as if the soul of man no less than his life were but as a vapour that appeareth for a little and then vanisheth away. But Florimel had not so entirely forgotten the past as Malcolm thought — not so entirely at least but that his appearance, and...
Página 41 - or I'll horsewhip you for a damned blackguard ! " "Whip awa'," said Malcolm, "but in here ye s' no come the nicht" The factor rushed at him, his heavy whip upheaved, and the same moment found himself, not in the room, but lying on the flower-bed in front of it. Malcolm instantly stepped out, locked the door, put the key in his pocket and turned to assist him. But he was up already, and busy with words unbefitting the mouth of an elder of the kirk. " Didna I say 'at ye sudna come in, sir ? What for...
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Página 198 - ... whether they ever had much vitality. But one mighty negative was yet true of Lenorme : he had not got in his head, still less had he ever cherished in his heart, the thought that there was anything fine in disbelieving in a God, or anything contemptible in imagining communication with a being of grander essence than himself.
Página 241 - Once when he used a similar expression, Malcolm had asked him what he meant by his dragon; " I mean," replied the schoolmaster, " that huge slug, The Commonplace. It is the wearifulest dragon to fight in the whole miscreation. Wound it as you may, the jelly-mass of the monster closes, and the dull one is himself again — feeding all the time so cunningly that scarce one of the victims whom he has swallowed suspects that he is but pabulum slowly digesting in the belly of the monster.
Página 70 - I imagine, the power of making a show — of living in the eyes and knowledge of neighbours for a few radiant moments : nothing is so pleasant to ordinary human nature as to know itself by its reflection from others. When it turns from these warped and broken mirrors to seek its reflection in the divine thought, then it is redeemed ; then it beholds itself in the perfect law of liberty. Before he became himself an object of curious interest to the...