Ernest Maltravers Or The Eleusinia, Tom 8Saunders and Otley, ... Simpkin, Marshall, and Company, ... Bell and Bradfute, Edinburgh; and J. Cumming, Dublin., 1844 - 477 |
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... hope you will let me come and sit outside the door every evening and hear you ; I will make no noise - I will be so quiet . ' " What , in that cold corridor , these bitter nights ? " " I am used to cold , sir . Father would not let me ...
... hope you will let me come and sit outside the door every evening and hear you ; I will make no noise - I will be so quiet . ' " What , in that cold corridor , these bitter nights ? " " I am used to cold , sir . Father would not let me ...
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... hope , sir , " said he . " O very , very , Mr. Butler . She comes on famously . She practises a great deal when I am away , and I do my best . " " And , " asked Maltravers , in a grave tone , " have you succeeded in instilling into the ...
... hope , sir , " said he . " O very , very , Mr. Butler . She comes on famously . She practises a great deal when I am away , and I do my best . " " And , " asked Maltravers , in a grave tone , " have you succeeded in instilling into the ...
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... hope for , one refuge to fly to - oblivion and sleep ! But at morning , sleep is over , and we are called upon coldly to review , and re - act , and live again the waking bitterness of self - reproach . Maltravers rose a penitent and ...
... hope for , one refuge to fly to - oblivion and sleep ! But at morning , sleep is over , and we are called upon coldly to review , and re - act , and live again the waking bitterness of self - reproach . Maltravers rose a penitent and ...
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... hope fulfilled , while every wave of the forgotten Time brings it nearer and nearer to the end of all things . Half our life is consumed in longing to be nearer death . ... " Alice , " said Maltravers , waking at last from his revery ...
... hope fulfilled , while every wave of the forgotten Time brings it nearer and nearer to the end of all things . Half our life is consumed in longing to be nearer death . ... " Alice , " said Maltravers , waking at last from his revery ...
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... hope or encourage- ment must have escaped him . And then Alice flung her- self on his breast . " Do not weep , " said he ; Heaven knows I have sorrow enough of my own ! My father is dying ! So kind , so generous , so indulgent ! O God ...
... hope or encourage- ment must have escaped him . And then Alice flung her- self on his breast . " Do not weep , " said he ; Heaven knows I have sorrow enough of my own ! My father is dying ! So kind , so generous , so indulgent ! O God ...
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