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... he became a disciple rather of Puysegur than Mesmer ( for Mesmer had little faith n that gift of clairvoyance of which Puysegur was , I believe , at least in modern times , the first 14 A STRANGE STORY . CHAPTER II. ...
... he became a disciple rather of Puysegur than Mesmer ( for Mesmer had little faith n that gift of clairvoyance of which Puysegur was , I believe , at least in modern times , the first 14 A STRANGE STORY . CHAPTER II. ...
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Edward George E.L. Bulwer- Lytton (1st baron.) believe , at least in modern times , the first audacious asserter ) , Dr. Lloyd had been afflicted with the loss of a wife many years younger than himself , and to whom he had been tenderly ...
Edward George E.L. Bulwer- Lytton (1st baron.) believe , at least in modern times , the first audacious asserter ) , Dr. Lloyd had been afflicted with the loss of a wife many years younger than himself , and to whom he had been tenderly ...
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... least the boys to enter fairly armed into that game , more of skill than of chance , in which Fortune is really so little blinded that we see , in each turn of her wheel , wealth and its honours pass away from the lax fingers of igno ...
... least the boys to enter fairly armed into that game , more of skill than of chance , in which Fortune is really so little blinded that we see , in each turn of her wheel , wealth and its honours pass away from the lax fingers of igno ...
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... ! Dear me ! " said Miss Brabazon , looking confused . " I hope I did not say anything to- " Wound my feelings . Not in the least . You said your uncle , Sir Phelim , employed a coachmaker named A STRANGE STORY . 35 CHAPTER VI. ...
... ! Dear me ! " said Miss Brabazon , looking confused . " I hope I did not say anything to- " Wound my feelings . Not in the least . You said your uncle , Sir Phelim , employed a coachmaker named A STRANGE STORY . 35 CHAPTER VI. ...
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... least out of the way to receive them . Her mode of life was free from ostentation . She had the advantage of being a few hundreds a year richer than any other inhabitant of the Hill ; but she did not devote her superior resources to the ...
... least out of the way to receive them . Her mode of life was free from ostentation . She had the advantage of being a few hundreds a year richer than any other inhabitant of the Hill ; but she did not devote her superior resources to the ...
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Strona 136 - But I had proved to my own satisfaction that poet and sage are dust, and no more, when the pulse ceases to beat. And on that consolatory conclusion my pen stopped. Suddenly, beside me I distinctly heard a sigh — a compassionate, mournful sigh. The sound was unmistakable. I started from my seat, looked round, amazed to discover no one — no living thing ! The windows were closed, the night was still. That sigh was not the wail of the wind. But there, in the darker angle of the room, what was that?...
Strona 166 - ... most likely to summon me at so unseasonable an hour, a shadow darkened my window. I looked up, and to my astonishment beheld the brilliant face of Mr. Margrave. The sash to the door was already partially opened ; he raised it higher, and walked into the room. " Was it you who rang at the street door, and at this hour ?
Strona 261 - Then pray what dull theme did you select to set me asleep there ? " I looked hard at him, and made no reply. Somewhat to my relief, I now heard my host's voice : "Why, Fen wick, what has become of Sir Philip Derval ? " " He has left ; he had business.
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Strona 185 - A little urchin, not above six years old, but who was lame, began to cry; he could not run, — he should be left behind. Margrave stooped. " Climb on my shoulder, little one, and I '11 be your horse." The child dried its tears, and delightedly obeyed. "Certainly," said I to myself, "Margrave, after all, must have a nature as gentle as it is simple.