A Terrible Secret: A NovelG. W. Carleton & Company, 1874 - 410 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
afraid answered arms Aunt Helena baronet Beatrix beautiful better bride Captain Hammond Catheron Royals Charley Charley says Cheshire Chesholm cousin cried dark darling Darrell's dead dear death Dithy door dress Edith Darrell Ethel eyes face father Featherbrain feel girl good-by hair hand handsome happy hear heard heart Heaven hour Inez Catheron Jane Pool Juan Catheron kissed knew Lady Catheron Lady Gwendoline Lady Helena Powyss laugh lips looked marriage marry Miss Catheron Miss Darrell Miss Inez Miss Stuart morning mother murder never night once Oxford Street pale pity poor Powyss Place Sandypoint seemed silence Sir Victor Catheron sleep smile sort speak stood sure talk tell thing thought to-morrow to-night told took Trix Trixy Trixy's turned voice wait walk wedding-day whisper wife window woman wonder word young lady
Pasajes populares
Página 183 - Though Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorn'd the lore she brought me, My only books Were woman's looks, And folly's all they've taught me. Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the Sprite* Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted.
Página 149 - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone? She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Página 176 - She look'd so lovely, as she sway'd The rein with dainty finger-tips, A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this, To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.
Página 111 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
Página 32 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ; None knew thee but to love thee, None named thee but to praise.
Página 409 - ... two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.