The Merchant's Clerk: & Other TalesHarper & brothers, 1836 - 366 Seiten |
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... face nearly as white as the handkerchief on which her eyes were violently fixed , and with which her fin- gers were hurriedly playing . " Why , Molly ! What's the matter ? What the ahem ! are you gone so pale for ? Gad , I see how it is ...
... face nearly as white as the handkerchief on which her eyes were violently fixed , and with which her fin- gers were hurriedly playing . " Why , Molly ! What's the matter ? What the ahem ! are you gone so pale for ? Gad , I see how it is ...
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... face once more in divers amiable coteries at C- ' s and elsewhere . Old Hillary's dazzled eyes could see nothing but his lordship's coronet ; and he had no more doubt about his right thus to dispose of his daughter's heart than he had ...
... face once more in divers amiable coteries at C- ' s and elsewhere . Old Hillary's dazzled eyes could see nothing but his lordship's coronet ; and he had no more doubt about his right thus to dispose of his daughter's heart than he had ...
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... face , as , day after day , he obsequiously assured him that " there wasn't anything in it " -and that for all his daughter's nonsense , he already " felt himself a lord's father - in - law ! " Miss Hillary's life was becoming ...
... face , as , day after day , he obsequiously assured him that " there wasn't anything in it " -and that for all his daughter's nonsense , he already " felt himself a lord's father - in - law ! " Miss Hillary's life was becoming ...
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... face whitened in an instant , his expanding eye settled upon Mr. Hillary , and his chest heaved with mighty emotion . It was happy for the old man that Elliott at length recollected in him the father of Mary Hillary . He turned his eye ...
... face whitened in an instant , his expanding eye settled upon Mr. Hillary , and his chest heaved with mighty emotion . It was happy for the old man that Elliott at length recollected in him the father of Mary Hillary . He turned his eye ...
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... face with her hands , she burst into a flood of tears . 22 " I can hardly - believe - that it is Miss Hillary , ' muttered Elliott . " But your father ! —Mr . Hillary ! What will he say if he sees you ? Are you not ashamed of being seen ...
... face with her hands , she burst into a flood of tears . 22 " I can hardly - believe - that it is Miss Hillary , ' muttered Elliott . " But your father ! —Mr . Hillary ! What will he say if he sees you ? Are you not ashamed of being seen ...
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agitation arms baronet Bill Fowler black puddings Bloomsbury Square bracelet Bullion House Carl Carl's carriage chair coach companion continued counting house dear Dick door dreadful Drysalt Ebury exclaimed eyes father fearful feelings fell fellow felt Forster gasped guineas hand head hear heard heart highwaymen Hillary's honour horse hour hurried husband inquired instantly lady length letter lips looked Lord Scamp Lord Squander lordship ma'am magistrate matter Mincing Lane mind Miss Hillary monk morning never Newfoundland dog night o'clock Old Bailey opened Oxleigh paused pistol poor Elliott present prisoner pugilism replied scarce scene seat seemed servant silence Sir Diggory Sir William Gwynne sitting soon stairs stood stranger suddenly sure tell thee thing thought tion tone Topknot trembling turned uttered voice wagoner walked whispered wife William Fowler words worship wretched
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Seite 349 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Seite 9 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Seite 349 - While the Cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his Dames before: Oft listening how the Hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill...
Seite 349 - Through the high wood echoing shrill : Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight...
Seite 115 - It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Seite 288 - For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And, though a late, a sure reward succeeds.