| Mrs. Henry S. Mackarness - 1850 - 90 páginas
...not a bit like it, but as boys say "oh lor! " as they flatten their noses against the pastrycook's windows, on Twelfth-day, in admiration of " them jolly...fire and looked at it, and finally he sat down in the chair, and • covered his face with his hands, as though he thought it was some optical illusion,... | |
| 1870 - 972 páginas
...it at the shop of the second-hand bookseller; and, remembering it, he felt overwhelmed with shame. He sat down in a chair and covered his face with his hands. He felt, although there was no one to see him, as if he dared not look up. He could scarcely realise,... | |
| 1875 - 558 páginas
...then he repeated the words, and the features of my friend became pale and motionless as marble ; then he sat down in a chair, and covered his face with his hands, but not a word — a breath broke the silence. There was something alarming in his calmness ; it seemed... | |
| Elizabeth Mary F. Dobell - 1882 - 246 páginas
...shuddering breath and, after a few moments' pause — closed and strongly barred the shutters — lastly sat down in a chair and covered his face with his hands, as if to shut out the memory of that horrible apparition. That ghastly resuscitation of the dead past... | |
| Josephine R. Fuller - 1885 - 190 páginas
...had never before seen there. She was busy with some- sewing for him when he walked into the house, sat down in a chair, and covered his face with his hands. •" Dear Karl, are you ill ?" asked Katrine, in a tone of gentle solicitude, as she moved on her chair... | |
| Charles M. Sheldon - 1893 - 384 páginas
...conflict with himself. When they reached the lodging place and went up to their plain room the father sat down in a chair and covered his face with his hands. Jacob sat awhile and looked at him. He had not yet come to love the wretched soul who had cursed his... | |
| Effie Adelaide Maria Albanesi - 1927 - 328 páginas
...terribly cruel things about the girl who had run away. And Patricia trembled as she listened, but when he sat down in a chair and covered his face with his hands, she felt sorry for him. He was so broken, so unlike the jolly father whom she had known and admired... | |
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