Perplexity, by Sydney Mostyn, Volumen3 |
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... by his careful evasion of every topic that in any vague way could cause the attention to recur to the past . There were times when , stirred by this great confidence , and stimulated by my great passion which craved some such 6 PERPLEXITY .
... by his careful evasion of every topic that in any vague way could cause the attention to recur to the past . There were times when , stirred by this great confidence , and stimulated by my great passion which craved some such 6 PERPLEXITY .
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... past from my mind , not from any effort of my will which might have been powerless to aid me , but by the simple effort of regarding only him , of living in him , and for him only . I felt that this could be done : as the sinner feels ...
... past from my mind , not from any effort of my will which might have been powerless to aid me , but by the simple effort of regarding only him , of living in him , and for him only . I felt that this could be done : as the sinner feels ...
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... past and this blissful present I reared a solid . determination , a barrier which , I said , should be hardened by time , and thickened by the growth that time would bring . Hope had whispered to me that that crime - haunted man would ...
... past and this blissful present I reared a solid . determination , a barrier which , I said , should be hardened by time , and thickened by the growth that time would bring . Hope had whispered to me that that crime - haunted man would ...
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... past life has she unfolded to you ? ' ' I know nothing of her past life . ' ' Mr. Fairborn told me that she had run away from her home . ' ' Mr. Fairborn , strange to say , has spoken the truth . ' And have you any idea why she ran away ...
... past life has she unfolded to you ? ' ' I know nothing of her past life . ' ' Mr. Fairborn told me that she had run away from her home . ' ' Mr. Fairborn , strange to say , has spoken the truth . ' And have you any idea why she ran away ...
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... me into confessions ; for she knows that if my past has but one little rift in it , it may offer an interstice for a wedge to drive my husband and me asunder . The struggle between us will be a long and persistent 36 PERPLEXITY .
... me into confessions ; for she knows that if my past has but one little rift in it , it may offer an interstice for a wedge to drive my husband and me asunder . The struggle between us will be a long and persistent 36 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.