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Página 110
... buried in the pillow , and sobbing convulsively . Indignation for her fickleness for a moment overpowered every other feeling . " Faithless - perjured ! " cried I , striding across the room . But another glance at that beautiful being ...
... buried in the pillow , and sobbing convulsively . Indignation for her fickleness for a moment overpowered every other feeling . " Faithless - perjured ! " cried I , striding across the room . But another glance at that beautiful being ...
Página 112
... buried my poniard in his bosom . He fell with the blow , but my rage was unsated . I sprang upon him with the blood - thirsty feeling of a tiger ; re- doubled my blows ; mangled him in my frenzy , grasped him by the throat , until ...
... buried my poniard in his bosom . He fell with the blow , but my rage was unsated . I sprang upon him with the blood - thirsty feeling of a tiger ; re- doubled my blows ; mangled him in my frenzy , grasped him by the throat , until ...
Página 135
... buried under a home - made cloud of murky smoke , that wrapped it from the brightness of a sunny day , and formed for it a kind of artificial bad weather . At the outskirts of the 7 , away to the west , the smoke gradually decreased ...
... buried under a home - made cloud of murky smoke , that wrapped it from the brightness of a sunny day , and formed for it a kind of artificial bad weather . At the outskirts of the 7 , away to the west , the smoke gradually decreased ...
Página 137
... buried in minor concerns to notice it . I was suffered to walk down stairs without being called back . I sallied forth into the street , but no clerk was sent after me ; nor did the publisher call after me from the drawing- room window ...
... buried in minor concerns to notice it . I was suffered to walk down stairs without being called back . I sallied forth into the street , but no clerk was sent after me ; nor did the publisher call after me from the drawing- room window ...
Página 168
... buried among the rank grass . The hares and pheasants were so little molested , except by poachers , that they bred in great abundance , and sported about the rough lawns and weedy avenues . To guard the premises , and frighten off ...
... buried among the rank grass . The hares and pheasants were so little molested , except by poachers , that they bred in great abundance , and sported about the rough lawns and weedy avenues . To guard the premises , and frighten off ...
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Página 161 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 230 - ... true sympathy; how few love us for ourselves; how few will befriend us in our misfortunes; then it is that we think of the mother we have lost. It is true I had always loved my mother, even in my most heedless days; but I felt how inconsiderate and ineffectual had been my love. My heart melted as I retraced the days of infancy, when I was led by a mother's hand, and rocked to sleep in a mother's arms, and was without care or sorrow. "O my mother!
Página 363 - Now I remember those old women's words, Who in my wealth would tell me winter's tales, And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night About the place where treasure hath been hid...
Página xi - There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in travelling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.