Perplexity, by Sydney Mostyn, Volumen3 |
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... woman sat in the parlour sewing incessantly . But her diligence could not keep pace with the fleeting hours ; and more assistance had to be pro- cured . Dr. Monck came regularly every morning ; and as we could not converse before the ...
... woman sat in the parlour sewing incessantly . But her diligence could not keep pace with the fleeting hours ; and more assistance had to be pro- cured . Dr. Monck came regularly every morning ; and as we could not converse before the ...
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... woman could believe in ; purc , healthy , thoughtful , genial ; ventilating itself in no heroics , impressing itself upon the heart with no declamatory appeals , and winning confidence without a single vow . His eye was serene with ...
... woman could believe in ; purc , healthy , thoughtful , genial ; ventilating itself in no heroics , impressing itself upon the heart with no declamatory appeals , and winning confidence without a single vow . His eye was serene with ...
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... woman I could not even like . My nature has recoiled from your wishes . It has seemed to me that you are almost ignorant of the nature of the thing you have been so long urging me to do . You would pen two people who do not love each ...
... woman I could not even like . My nature has recoiled from your wishes . It has seemed to me that you are almost ignorant of the nature of the thing you have been so long urging me to do . You would pen two people who do not love each ...
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... woman , made of the clay that breaks but will not bend . " Bring your wife to - morrow ; I will receive her , " was what she said ; and my reply closed the colloquy . ' CHAPTER III . THE low , long , white house 34 PERPLEXITY .
... woman , made of the clay that breaks but will not bend . " Bring your wife to - morrow ; I will receive her , " was what she said ; and my reply closed the colloquy . ' CHAPTER III . THE low , long , white house 34 PERPLEXITY .
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... woman emerged looking red and dishevelled , holding some eggs , the hunt after which seemed to have made her rather torn and warm - looking . She stared at me as if I was an intruder . ' Are you the housemaid ? ' I asked . 50 PERPLEXITY .
... woman emerged looking red and dishevelled , holding some eggs , the hunt after which seemed to have made her rather torn and warm - looking . She stared at me as if I was an intruder . ' Are you the housemaid ? ' I asked . 50 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.