Old Margaret: And Other StoriesLongmans, Green & Company, 1890 - 404 Seiten |
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Archbishop asked Rebecca beautiful better Bishop of Dunkeld Blackeston brother bushranger Captain cousin daughter dead dear death Dendermond door Duke of Burgundy eyes face Father Peter fool Frau Van Dysart gentleman Ghent girl give Gobet gone Hagbut hand head heard Hetty house of Burgundy Hubert Hubert Van Eyck Jim Akin John Van Eyck Kenning killed knew lady laughed Leon Lionel little dog looked Lord Ducetoy Margaret Van Eyck marry Martina matter mind Miss Soper Miss Turner Morley never night once perfectly Philip of Burgundy Philippe le Bon Philpott Polders poor priest quiet quietly rascal ruin Russel sailor seen ship Sister Priscilla Spada speak Spicer stood talk tell thing thought Tibbey told Tryon utterly Van Kenning Walham Green walked wife wild wish woman women word young Burgundy
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Seite 323 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest I will go; thy people shall be my people and thy God my God.
Seite 343 - His father had a plan for him, and they talked it over for to-morrow. His father was poor, and he sincerely regretted that he had no provision or career to offer his son, worthy of a gentleman, in this country. But many gentlemen were doing well in New South Wales, at the wool-growing. Did he think that he could bring his mind to entertain such an idea ? " You tell me that England has grown hateful to you after these miserable occurrences, my poor boy. Try to forget them in business.
Seite 319 - Because you would cut the last ground from under my father's feet. Rebecca, you have a noble soul committed to your care, for which you will have to answer at the Day of Judgment. Follow him — do not lead him. A led man is an ill thing. I have been to sea, and I know.
Seite 340 - ... the broad cold river in November because she was on the other side, and that he might have the happiness of walking home beside her in his dripping clothes in the biting wind. But she did not care for him, she was far too refined a creature to be won by mere exhibitions of brute strength which any prize-fighter could surpass. When he did not frighten her he displeased her ; she disliked him, and he saw it. Lionel was a perfect gentleman, and though not a close scholar, had read somewhat.
Seite 363 - That was the letter which led to the duel," said Lionel, calmly. " It was. Edward, our cousin, was the cause of the death of poor young Brabazon by his influence over that very foolish and unfortunate woman. According to the wicked laws of society as they now exist, you had no other choice. I hold you blameless. Edward, with his wicked machinations, was the cause of poor Brabazon's death.
Seite 354 - chaff" had died away, Edward Hornby came back to town, ragged and footsore, in a red shirt and moleskin trousers, and resumed his position as policeinspector. His cousin Lionel, through the instrumentality of the colonial secretary, had his affairs put right, and in such a way that Edward never knew who had done it. All that Edward ever said about the matter was that the bushrangers were kind to him, and that he had escaped, but was never safe until he got near town.
Seite 350 - The three types of bushrangers which came most naturally to one's j memory are those represented by Mike Howe, Eocky Whelan, and Melville. Michael Howe was a handsome devil — a man beside whom Nana Sahib appears only as an enraged patriot with a personal grievance. He took the child from the mother's breast, and beat its brains out against a tree. Eocky Whelan was a feller devil even than this — a murderer from sheer love of seeing his victim die. Melville was different to either of them, and...
Seite 347 - ... from his carbine ; he would ride into a flock of turkeys (bustards) on his own plains, and with the reins on his spirited young horse's neck, would pick off three or four before the foolish creatures thought it time to move. So far. He vegetated on here with his accumulating wealth, with his books, his business, and his sport^ and there was but little to disturb him. Old memories were getting very dim ; and the most painful parts of them, with the dark exception of his most unhappy duel, were...
Seite 348 - Wales was safe, and when the gremdnons of the original convicts join the bushrangers and defy the police ? On one occasion actually holding a town for two days and giving a ball, at which the policemen were obliged to dance. If it is so in 1865, what must it have been in 1830 ? Is it at all surprising that the feeling of the respectable colonists, like Lionel Horton, with the dread of horrors to which those of the sack of St. Sebastian are child's play, hanging over them, should be one of intense...
Seite 347 - In that land of untellable melancholy peace called Australia, the setting of the sun — a peaceful event everywhere — is more peaceful, more calm, possibly more beautiful, than in any other country in the world. Once see for yourself those dim, lonely, long-drawn plains of grey grass, and see the sunlight die on the solitary wooded peak which stands out from them twenty miles away, and then you will know what I mean. Lionel had seen this awful sunset spectacle every day for five years, and he...