Noontide Leisure; Or, Sketches in Summer, Outlines from Nature and Imagination, and Including a Tale of the Days of Shakspeare, Tomy 1-2T. Cadell and W. Blackwood, 1824 |
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... of my father . 66 " I will only add , that nothing has transpired since we left the Hall , with regard to poor Hubert Grey , on whose account , as you well know , I have suffered , and still suffer , NOONTIDE LEISURE . 57.
... of my father . 66 " I will only add , that nothing has transpired since we left the Hall , with regard to poor Hubert Grey , on whose account , as you well know , I have suffered , and still suffer , NOONTIDE LEISURE . 57.
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... Hubert convulsively and un- consciously escaped her lips , and she sank pow- erless and fainting to the ground . The confusion and alarm which this incident occasioned were such , that though the excla- mation of Helen had reached the ...
... Hubert convulsively and un- consciously escaped her lips , and she sank pow- erless and fainting to the ground . The confusion and alarm which this incident occasioned were such , that though the excla- mation of Helen had reached the ...
Strona 199
... Hubert ; and she , therefore , secretly implored the latter , whilst she yet lay in his arms , if he had any value for her happiness or peace of mind , or the well - being of her pa- rent , to fly from New - Place , and even from ...
... Hubert ; and she , therefore , secretly implored the latter , whilst she yet lay in his arms , if he had any value for her happiness or peace of mind , or the well - being of her pa- rent , to fly from New - Place , and even from ...
Strona 48
... Hubert Gray . " Ah ! Mistress Helen , " cried the old man , whilst the tears coursed each other down his cheeks , " I now begin quite to despair ; it is nearly three months since we have seen him here , and 48 NOONTIDE LEISURE .
... Hubert Gray . " Ah ! Mistress Helen , " cried the old man , whilst the tears coursed each other down his cheeks , " I now begin quite to despair ; it is nearly three months since we have seen him here , and 48 NOONTIDE LEISURE .
Strona 49
... whom they were speaking . " Yes , " he replied , " nothing but his book and his harp were once the delight of Hubert Gray ; but he is now strangely altered , Sir , and I can never enter that room , where I VOL . II . NOONTIDE LEISURE . 49.
... whom they were speaking . " Yes , " he replied , " nothing but his book and his harp were once the delight of Hubert Gray ; but he is now strangely altered , Sir , and I can never enter that room , where I VOL . II . NOONTIDE LEISURE . 49.
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