The Baronet's Family: A Novel1852 |
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Strona 3
... head- long down the rocks , and over the huge stones , and roots of trees , that seemed to urge rather than impede its course . About a quarter of a mile from the house , the landscape became softer ; and bright , green , undulating ...
... head- long down the rocks , and over the huge stones , and roots of trees , that seemed to urge rather than impede its course . About a quarter of a mile from the house , the landscape became softer ; and bright , green , undulating ...
Strona 18
... head against the harp , and encircled it with her arms . With a soft , clear touch , she ran her fingers across the instrument , producing a simple prelude , and then began the air she had just heard . She got through the first part of ...
... head against the harp , and encircled it with her arms . With a soft , clear touch , she ran her fingers across the instrument , producing a simple prelude , and then began the air she had just heard . She got through the first part of ...
Strona 24
... head- ache , retired , to the inexpressible satisfac- tion of the six country gentlemen . Then came Gwenthlean and an elderly farmer , who uplifted his dear young lady until her feet could not 24 THE BARONET'S FAMILY .
... head- ache , retired , to the inexpressible satisfac- tion of the six country gentlemen . Then came Gwenthlean and an elderly farmer , who uplifted his dear young lady until her feet could not 24 THE BARONET'S FAMILY .
Strona 31
... head ; but the sight of the plum - puddings revived him , which Clare perceived , and wishing to atone for the ill she had caused , she ran to the foot- man , and begged the first slice , with which she returned in triumph to her friend ...
... head ; but the sight of the plum - puddings revived him , which Clare perceived , and wishing to atone for the ill she had caused , she ran to the foot- man , and begged the first slice , with which she returned in triumph to her friend ...
Strona 33
... head , Sir Howel lay at once insensible . There was no motion , or sign of life . The horse , also , lay prostrate , but was struggling to rise . As yet none of the rest of the party had appeared , and but one faithful friend was near ...
... head , Sir Howel lay at once insensible . There was no motion , or sign of life . The horse , also , lay prostrate , but was struggling to rise . As yet none of the rest of the party had appeared , and but one faithful friend was near ...
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admiration amongst asked beautiful began bert Betto blessed blush cheek child Clare cottage countenance courage Craigy vellyn daugh David dear dear boy delight dress Eisteddfod exclaimed eyes face fancied father fear feeling felt gaze gentleman girl glance Glanheathyn grandfather Grant Gwen Gwenth Gwenthlean hand happy harp head horse Jenkins kind knew Lady Llewellen Lady Louisa Lady Somerville lean Lizzie Llandre Llewel Lloyd looked Lord Hastings mamma Mary's child Master Herbert miller mind Miriam Morgan morning mother mountain nature never Oxford Plas Llewellen poor replied rocks rose scarcely scene seated seemed side Sir Howel sister smile soon soul spoke stood stranger sweet tears thlean thought tion told turned uncon voice walk Walter Jones warm watched WELBECK STREET Welsh Welsh harp Welsh language Welsh ponies whilst wish words young lady
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