Perplexity, by Sydney Mostyn, Volumen3 |
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... close behind ! him was a spectre wrought by his stained hand , which would for ever hound him on , nor suffer him to gaze behind . Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread ; And having once turned round , walks on ...
... close behind ! him was a spectre wrought by his stained hand , which would for ever hound him on , nor suffer him to gaze behind . Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread ; And having once turned round , walks on ...
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William Clark Russell. knowing the value of first impressions , have paid a close regard to such small details of my hair and dress as help towards a good general effect . Before long Frank enters . My mother is downstairs in the dining ...
William Clark Russell. knowing the value of first impressions , have paid a close regard to such small details of my hair and dress as help towards a good general effect . Before long Frank enters . My mother is downstairs in the dining ...
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... close , Frank . That is all ; I am better now . ' He watched me anxiously . Did you say that you did not know the York- shire moors ? ' asked Lady Monck from the corner . ' I did say so , ' I answered . ' What moors do you know ? ' she ...
... close , Frank . That is all ; I am better now . ' He watched me anxiously . Did you say that you did not know the York- shire moors ? ' asked Lady Monck from the corner . ' I did say so , ' I answered . ' What moors do you know ? ' she ...
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... close to his and was trying to look into his eyes which he persistently held fixed to the ground . ' You haven't asked me to dance yet , ' she said , with a little accent of reproach in her clear but softened tones . 6 Here is my card ...
... close to his and was trying to look into his eyes which he persistently held fixed to the ground . ' You haven't asked me to dance yet , ' she said , with a little accent of reproach in her clear but softened tones . 6 Here is my card ...
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... close to his ear ; she clung to him , in short , as much as it is possible for any woman to cling to a man without actually using her arms . Now and then her eyes would blaze upon me with a triumphant fire of scorn , only to melt in a ...
... close to his ear ; she clung to him , in short , as much as it is possible for any woman to cling to a man without actually using her arms . Now and then her eyes would blaze upon me with a triumphant fire of scorn , only to melt in a ...
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answered asked beauty believe blue velvet Brontë brow calm Catalonia chair chintz confession Cornhill cried crown 8vo dance darling Don Quixote door dress Elms entered exclaimed eyes face faint Fairborn Fcap feel Frank glance hand hate head hear heard heart history of France hope Huddleston husband John Graham Kate Kate Howard kissed knew Lady Monck ladyship laugh leave Lepell's light lips locket London London Scottish looked looking-glass marriage married mind miserable Miss Lepell mood MORTIMER COLLINS mother never once opened pain paleness passion past present pretty question replied round dances seemed shadow Shaw silence smile speak stared stood story sweet talk tears tell things thought tion told took Trawler trembled truth turned uncon uttered voice volume watched wedding ring whilst whispered wife window wish woman Wuthering Heights
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Página 8 - I REQUIRE and charge you both, as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you know any impediment, why ye may not be lawfully joined together in Matrimony, ye do now confess it.
Página 19 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Página 90 - Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there at all times, indeed. One may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house, and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun.
Página 85 - As fills a father's eyes with light; And pleasures flow in so thick and fast Upon his heart, that he at last Must needs express his love's excess With words of unmeant bitterness. Perhaps 'tis pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other, To mutter and mock a broken charm, To dally with wrong that does no harm. Perhaps 'tis tender too and pretty 670 At each wild word to feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity.