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... in a new place . Ever thine , Dated from the HOTEL DE DARMSTADT , ci - devant HOTEL DE PARIS , MENTZ , otherwise called MAYENCE . GEOFFREY CRAYON . ᏢᎪᎡᎢ 1 . STRANGE STORIES BY A NERVOUS GENTLEMAN . TO THE READER . xi.
... in a new place . Ever thine , Dated from the HOTEL DE DARMSTADT , ci - devant HOTEL DE PARIS , MENTZ , otherwise called MAYENCE . GEOFFREY CRAYON . ᏢᎪᎡᎢ 1 . STRANGE STORIES BY A NERVOUS GENTLEMAN . TO THE READER . xi.
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... called the Pays de Caux , when , as evening was closing in , he perceived the turrets of an ancient chateau rising out of the trees of its walled park ; each turret with its high conical roof of gray slate , like a candle with an ...
... called the Pays de Caux , when , as evening was closing in , he perceived the turrets of an ancient chateau rising out of the trees of its walled park ; each turret with its high conical roof of gray slate , like a candle with an ...
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... called him , Jean de Bailleul , had died of chagrin in this very chamber , on hearing of the suc cess of his rival , Robert the Bruce , at the battle of Bannockburn . And when he added that the Duke de Guise had slept in it , my uncle ...
... called him , Jean de Bailleul , had died of chagrin in this very chamber , on hearing of the suc cess of his rival , Robert the Bruce , at the battle of Bannockburn . And when he added that the Duke de Guise had slept in it , my uncle ...
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... called vaguely to mind the visitor of the preceding night . He asked the ancient domestic what lady was in the habit of rambling about this part of the chateau at night . The old valet shrugged his shoulders as high as his head , laid ...
... called vaguely to mind the visitor of the preceding night . He asked the ancient domestic what lady was in the habit of rambling about this part of the chateau at night . The old valet shrugged his shoulders as high as his head , laid ...
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... called up from their graves to grace his narration ; nor were the affairs of the Barricadoes , nor the chivalry of the Port Cocheres forgotten . My uncle began to wish himself a thousand leagues off from the Marquis and his merciless ...
... called up from their graves to grace his narration ; nor were the affairs of the Barricadoes , nor the chivalry of the Port Cocheres forgotten . My uncle began to wish himself a thousand leagues off from the Marquis and his merciless ...
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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.