Varieties in woman, a novel1819 |
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... dear Albert , in this manner , -to speak to you when I have no longer the power of utterance , to project plans for your future welfare , when the possibility of my witnessing their realization is completely withdrawn , * - I am not ...
... dear Albert , in this manner , -to speak to you when I have no longer the power of utterance , to project plans for your future welfare , when the possibility of my witnessing their realization is completely withdrawn , * - I am not ...
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... dear , and yet despoiled by me of her inheritance , I am aware . But to you I look , - without any false delicacy ( for surely this is not an hour for it ) , I call on you , Beverley , to be her guardian , to watch over her , to protect ...
... dear , and yet despoiled by me of her inheritance , I am aware . But to you I look , - without any false delicacy ( for surely this is not an hour for it ) , I call on you , Beverley , to be her guardian , to watch over her , to protect ...
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... dear Lock- hart , you ought to be broken in . Five and twenty is no longer boyhood , and the man " - - " Should put away childish things , " interrupted Lockhart , " I believe you . were going to say so , and I allow that you have good ...
... dear Lock- hart , you ought to be broken in . Five and twenty is no longer boyhood , and the man " - - " Should put away childish things , " interrupted Lockhart , " I believe you . were going to say so , and I allow that you have good ...
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Varieties. CHAPTER VIII . TO MISS GRAFTON . - I KNOW not , my dear Ella , how to reply to your question . - I scarcely can decide whether the present quietude of my mind , be resignation or despair , whether I am more tran- quil , or ...
Varieties. CHAPTER VIII . TO MISS GRAFTON . - I KNOW not , my dear Ella , how to reply to your question . - I scarcely can decide whether the present quietude of my mind , be resignation or despair , whether I am more tran- quil , or ...
Strona 87
... dear to me here . It seems no irrational imagi- nation . Whatever is a substance - must always continue a substance . The chemist , in his experiments , gives to one body a variety of shapes , and , at length , by his skill restores it ...
... dear to me here . It seems no irrational imagi- nation . Whatever is a substance - must always continue a substance . The chemist , in his experiments , gives to one body a variety of shapes , and , at length , by his skill restores it ...
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admiration affected ALBERT read Alcibiades amusement appeared Aspasia attracted beauty became believe Beverley Hall brilliant Canova Catherine Lockhart Catherine's certainly character Clair cold contemplation continually conviction cottage orné countenance curricle dæmon dare dear dear Ella death delightful desire Doctor Falconer Ella Grafton emotion endeavour endure engagement enjoy eternal existence expression eyes fancy feeling felicity felt forget friendship genius grace happiness Harley Harley's hart heart honour hope idea imagination impressed Italy Julia knew Lady Caroline Repton Lady Fanny Lambeth laugh letter longer looked Lord Lindor Lord Northbury manner ment mind mingford Miss Burlington Miss Emmingford Miss Grafton Miss Lockhart nature ness never North House occupied once passion perceived perhaps pleasure possess present racter recollection regret rendered replied returned scarcely seemed sentiments sighed sion Sir Albert Beverley smile society sometimes sorbed soul suffer talents thing thought tion vivacity whilst woman
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