Perplexity, by Sydney Mostyn, Volumen3 |
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... face and wisely - frowning brow , she monopolised the attention of pretty well all the countermen in the shops we entered ; for a tedious while she kept the poor fellows trotting up and down ladders , pulling out package after package ...
... face and wisely - frowning brow , she monopolised the attention of pretty well all the countermen in the shops we entered ; for a tedious while she kept the poor fellows trotting up and down ladders , pulling out package after package ...
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... face eagerly and rejoiced to find in it no sign of tribulation . The strong wish to feel happy made me so . My heart recoiled from the poor tribute to my lover which a sorrowful face would offer . I attired myself plainly and simply ...
... face eagerly and rejoiced to find in it no sign of tribulation . The strong wish to feel happy made me so . My heart recoiled from the poor tribute to my lover which a sorrowful face would offer . I attired myself plainly and simply ...
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William Clark Russell. face would offer . I attired myself plainly and simply ; my costume was a blue silk dress , a tight - fitting jacket , with long hanging sleeves , according to the fashion of those times ; a tulle bonnet . Fully ...
William Clark Russell. face would offer . I attired myself plainly and simply ; my costume was a blue silk dress , a tight - fitting jacket , with long hanging sleeves , according to the fashion of those times ; a tulle bonnet . Fully ...
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... face in his breast , I burst into tears - tears flowing from many sources , many sweet indeed , but many bitter , burning , acrid too . But he thought I cried out of happiness , and whilst I sobbed in his arms , he kissed me and ...
... face in his breast , I burst into tears - tears flowing from many sources , many sweet indeed , but many bitter , burning , acrid too . But he thought I cried out of happiness , and whilst I sobbed in his arms , he kissed me and ...
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... something to tell you . ' She raised her eyes and examined him . His face foreshadowed a momentous confession . She laid her work on the table , and clasping her hands , said , ' What is it , Frank ? ' For a 22 PERPLEXITY .
... something to tell you . ' She raised her eyes and examined him . His face foreshadowed a momentous confession . She laid her work on the table , and clasping her hands , said , ' What is it , Frank ? ' For a 22 PERPLEXITY .
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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.