Perplexity, by Sydney Mostyn, Volumen3 |
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... seated in the carriage the top of which is laden with trunks ; my husband stands at the gate , having pulled the polished brass bell - handle which glitters near the plate bearing his name . It is noon the sun has dwarfed the shadows ...
... seated in the carriage the top of which is laden with trunks ; my husband stands at the gate , having pulled the polished brass bell - handle which glitters near the plate bearing his name . It is noon the sun has dwarfed the shadows ...
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... this day when I entered the parlour I found her seated at the table awaiting me . Her brow was darkened by a sulky cloud ; and there was something in the expression of her eyes when they met mine more repellent than I had 56 PERPLEXITY .
... this day when I entered the parlour I found her seated at the table awaiting me . Her brow was darkened by a sulky cloud ; and there was something in the expression of her eyes when they met mine more repellent than I had 56 PERPLEXITY .
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... seated himself on one of the beds . ' I don't think you'll serve me the trick here you played me at Sandgate . If ever you want to leave this room , you'll have to leave it by the door . ' ' What do you mean to do with me ? ' I asked ...
... seated himself on one of the beds . ' I don't think you'll serve me the trick here you played me at Sandgate . If ever you want to leave this room , you'll have to leave it by the door . ' ' What do you mean to do with me ? ' I asked ...
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William Clark Russell. set the meal before me , and trimming the light , seated herself at her usual occupation . I was now cold . The fog had penetrated the room , and I shivered to its damp embrace . I rose and shut the window ...
William Clark Russell. set the meal before me , and trimming the light , seated herself at her usual occupation . I was now cold . The fog had penetrated the room , and I shivered to its damp embrace . I rose and shut the window ...
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... seated in an armchair . She leant over the fire ; a small table stood near her ; on it were some medicine bottles , a white bowl , a tablespoon , a wineglass . I examined her as well as my torpid brain would permit . It seemed to me ...
... seated in an armchair . She leant over the fire ; a small table stood near her ; on it were some medicine bottles , a white bowl , a tablespoon , a wineglass . I examined her as well as my torpid brain would permit . It seemed to me ...
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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.