The Merchant's Clerk: And Other TalesHarper & Brothers, 1836 - 366 Seiten |
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... inquired , holding out my hand . " There are some private matters contained in it , sir , " she replied quickly ; " the fact is , there was some blood - spitting at the time , which I believe has not yet quite ceased . " " And does she ...
... inquired , holding out my hand . " There are some private matters contained in it , sir , " she replied quickly ; " the fact is , there was some blood - spitting at the time , which I believe has not yet quite ceased . " " And does she ...
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... inquired , shifting my chair , so that I might obtain a more distinct view of her features . She perceived what I was about , I think ; for she seemed to change colour a little , and to be on the verge of shedding tears . I repeated my ...
... inquired , shifting my chair , so that I might obtain a more distinct view of her features . She perceived what I was about , I think ; for she seemed to change colour a little , and to be on the verge of shedding tears . I repeated my ...
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... inquiring about . I saw it all ! Poor soul , to gain my candid , my real opinion , she had devised an artifice to the execution of which she was unequal ; over estimating her own strength , or rather not calculating upon the severe test ...
... inquiring about . I saw it all ! Poor soul , to gain my candid , my real opinion , she had devised an artifice to the execution of which she was unequal ; over estimating her own strength , or rather not calculating upon the severe test ...
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... inquiring for Mr. Elliott , to the private door , which she said I could easily push open ; that the Elliott's lived on the second floor , but she thought that Mrs. Elliott had just gone out . Fol- lowing her directions , I soon found ...
... inquiring for Mr. Elliott , to the private door , which she said I could easily push open ; that the Elliott's lived on the second floor , but she thought that Mrs. Elliott had just gone out . Fol- lowing her directions , I soon found ...
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... inquired Miss Hil- lary , with irrepressible alarm . " You to dine with us ? Of course you will ! Why the devil should not you ? " 66 My poor mamma- " Oh - ahem ! I mean - nonsense - you can go to her after dinner . Certainly , you must ...
... inquired Miss Hil- lary , with irrepressible alarm . " You to dine with us ? Of course you will ! Why the devil should not you ? " 66 My poor mamma- " Oh - ahem ! I mean - nonsense - you can go to her after dinner . Certainly , you must ...
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agitation arms baronet Bill Fowler Bloomsbury Square bracelet Bullion House Carl Carl's carriage chair coach companion continued counting house daughter 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 PORCELLIAN CLUB 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 - Through the high wood echoing shrill: Sometime walking, not unseen, By Hedge-row Elms, on Hillocks green, Right against the Eastern gate Where the great Sun begins his state...
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 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 - 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 288 - For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And, though a late, a sure reward succeeds.