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... walked up the side passage of the room , cast a slight glance around , and entered the seat pointed out to her . The young girl was Cytherea Graye ; her age was now about eighteen . During her entry , and at various times whilst sitting ...
... walked up the side passage of the room , cast a slight glance around , and entered the seat pointed out to her . The young girl was Cytherea Graye ; her age was now about eighteen . During her entry , and at various times whilst sitting ...
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... walked land- ward for nearly an hour over the hill which rose beside the strand , when Graye recollected that two or three miles yet further inland from this spot was an interest- ing mediæval ruin . He was already familiar with its ...
... walked land- ward for nearly an hour over the hill which rose beside the strand , when Graye recollected that two or three miles yet further inland from this spot was an interest- ing mediæval ruin . He was already familiar with its ...
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... walked a short distance inland ; he must be here directly . Could you wait for him — just a minute ? ' " Really , I am afraid not , m'm . ' Cytherea looked at the stout , round - faced man , and at die vessel , with a light in her eyes ...
... walked a short distance inland ; he must be here directly . Could you wait for him — just a minute ? ' " Really , I am afraid not , m'm . ' Cytherea looked at the stout , round - faced man , and at die vessel , with a light in her eyes ...
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... walked and aggravated the bothering foot , so I looked for a place to sleep at . There was no available village or inn , and I eventually got the keeper of a gate - house , where a lane crossed the line , to take me in . ' They ...
... walked and aggravated the bothering foot , so I looked for a place to sleep at . There was no available village or inn , and I eventually got the keeper of a gate - house , where a lane crossed the line , to take me in . ' They ...
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... walked up and down the Parade for a while . Soon they met Springrove , said a few words to him , and passed on . Owen noticed that his sister's face had become crimson . Rather oddly they met Spring- rove again in a few minutes . This ...
... walked up and down the Parade for a while . Soon they met Springrove , said a few words to him , and passed on . Owen noticed that his sister's face had become crimson . Rather oddly they met Spring- rove again in a few minutes . This ...
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Strona 222 - And thy life shall hang in doubt before thee; and thou shalt fear day and night, and shalt have none assurance of thy life: In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning! for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.
Strona 321 - Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; a land of darkness, as darkness itself, and of the shadow of death, without any order and where the light is as darkness.
Strona 240 - Like some fair tree which, fed by streams, With timely fruit doth bend ; He still shall flourish, and success All his designs attend.
Strona 89 - The instant they were in bed Miss Aldclyffe freed herself from the last remnant of restraint. She flung her arms round the young girl, and pressed her gently to her heart. "Now kiss me,
Strona 245 - Staves of sunlight slanted down through the still pool, lighting it up with wonderful distinctness. Hundreds of thousands of minute living creatures sported and tumbled in its depth with every contortion that gaiety could suggest ; perfectly happy, though consisting only of a head, or a tail, or at most a head and a tail, and all doomed to die within the twentyfour hours.
Strona 86 - All these preparations completed, she began to undress, her mind unconsciously drifting away to the contemplation of her late surprises. To look in the glass for an instant at the reflection of her own magnificent resources in face and bosom, and to mark their attractiveness unadorned, was perhaps but the natural action of a young woman who had so lately been chidden whilst passing through the harassing experience of decorating an older beauty of Miss Aldclyffe's temper. But she directly checked...
Strona 254 - They stood still and prepared to bid each other farewell. Everything before them was on a perfect level. The sun, resting on the horizon line, streamed across the ground from between copper-coloured and lilac clouds, stretched out in flats beneath a sky of pale soft green. All dark objects on the earth that lay towards the sun were overspread by a purple haze, against which groups of wailing gnats shone out, rising upwards and dancing about like sparks of fire.
Strona v - ... just as we demand from the scientific gardener, that he shall arrange, in curious knots and artificial parterres, the flowers which "nature boon" distributes freely on hill and dale.
Strona 254 - ... the dead flat of the scenery overpowered him, though he was fully alive to the beauty of that untarnished early summer green which was worn for the nonce by the poorest blade. There was something in its oppressive horizontality which too much reminded him of the arena of life ; it gave him a sense of bare equality with, and no superiority to, a single living thing under the sun.