Perplexity, by Sydney Mostyn, Volumen3 |
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... wife of the man I loved . It could not separate me from the man I hated . Words of dread import I was to hear in the morning ; dolefully as a knell , funereally as a dirge , coldly as a curse they rang in my ears , they vibrated through ...
... wife of the man I loved . It could not separate me from the man I hated . Words of dread import I was to hear in the morning ; dolefully as a knell , funereally as a dirge , coldly as a curse they rang in my ears , they vibrated through ...
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... wife ! ' he ex- claimed , opening his arms . I went to him , I clung to him , and burying my face in his breast , I burst into tears - tears flowing from many sources , many sweet indeed , but many bitter , burning , acrid too . But he ...
... wife ! ' he ex- claimed , opening his arms . I went to him , I clung to him , and burying my face in his breast , I burst into tears - tears flowing from many sources , many sweet indeed , but many bitter , burning , acrid too . But he ...
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... .. But there was no questioning the truth of his clear gaze . She drew herself erect , and with a sneer exclaimed , " Oh , indeed ! and pray who is your wife ? ' ' Kate Howard . ' 6 6 The Fairborns ' PERPLEXITY . ' 25.
... .. But there was no questioning the truth of his clear gaze . She drew herself erect , and with a sneer exclaimed , " Oh , indeed ! and pray who is your wife ? ' ' Kate Howard . ' 6 6 The Fairborns ' PERPLEXITY . ' 25.
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... wife to this house on Saturday . You may or may not choose to receive her ; that point you must decide yourself . But this I say ; I have promised my wife to give her this house , and as it is mine to give , and as , moreover , I never ...
... wife to this house on Saturday . You may or may not choose to receive her ; that point you must decide yourself . But this I say ; I have promised my wife to give her this house , and as it is mine to give , and as , moreover , I never ...
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... ' ' Her relatives - her friends ? ' She has no relative - she has only one- friend . That friend knows she speaks the truth . ' ' Who then is your informant ? ' ' My wife . ' Oh ! your credulity is really generous . And pray 28 PERPLEXITY .
... ' ' Her relatives - her friends ? ' She has no relative - she has only one- friend . That friend knows she speaks the truth . ' ' Who then is your informant ? ' ' My wife . ' Oh ! your credulity is really generous . And pray 28 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.