Dauntless, by the author of 'Hands not hearts'.1858 |
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... morning's interview , when Mordaunt suddenly entered . It needed no great discernment to read his countenance , or the fervent How shall I ever thank you enough ! ' ' I am very well rewarded already , ' she answered , quickly , by that ...
... morning's interview , when Mordaunt suddenly entered . It needed no great discernment to read his countenance , or the fervent How shall I ever thank you enough ! ' ' I am very well rewarded already , ' she answered , quickly , by that ...
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Dauntless. us poor women , who sit at home fretting and toiling from morning till night , who are to be pitied , not them - a selfish set . I have no patience with them ! ' Here an energetic movement of Mrs. Cuth- bert's elbow upset her ...
Dauntless. us poor women , who sit at home fretting and toiling from morning till night , who are to be pitied , not them - a selfish set . I have no patience with them ! ' Here an energetic movement of Mrs. Cuth- bert's elbow upset her ...
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... morning , and so I did ; he had no regular place open for me , but he told me there was a prospect of a good one in a cer- tain time , although nothing was yet sufficiently matured to allow him to explain what or when . Meantime he ...
... morning , and so I did ; he had no regular place open for me , but he told me there was a prospect of a good one in a cer- tain time , although nothing was yet sufficiently matured to allow him to explain what or when . Meantime he ...
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... morning , for he goes to - morrow to Wales . ' ' And why to Wales ? ' asked Eve , less from interest than from a disposition to question and quarrel with everything which at this instant made her condemn even Sir Mark's proposed journey ...
... morning , for he goes to - morrow to Wales . ' ' And why to Wales ? ' asked Eve , less from interest than from a disposition to question and quarrel with everything which at this instant made her condemn even Sir Mark's proposed journey ...
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... morning , so you can take her out in the afternoon . She is passionately fond of riding . ' Of course she was , although she would rather not have been indebted to Jane for the habit , and was rather discontented with the fit when she ...
... morning , so you can take her out in the afternoon . She is passionately fond of riding . ' Of course she was , although she would rather not have been indebted to Jane for the habit , and was rather discontented with the fit when she ...
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answered anxiety anxious asked beautiful better blessing brow busy Carisbroke cern CHANDOS STREET cheek cheerful child comfort cousin curls Cuth Daresford daunt disappointment dreaded eager emotion Eve Cuthbert Eve's evil eyes face fancy fear feel felt gazed glad glance Gwen hand happy head heard heart Heath Heir of Redclyffe hope hour hurried husband instant Jane Jane Desborough Jane's knew laburnum Laura light lips little Eve looked mamma Mark's marriage ment mind Miss Desborough Mordaunt morning mother murmur ness never night once painful passed pathy paused peace perhaps poor question quickly rejoiced replied Sackville Sackville's scarcely seemed silence Sir Mark Philipson smile soon sorrow spirit spoke sure sympathy tardy tears tell tence thankful thought tion told trembling turned voice Wales walk watched weary Whitefield wife wish words
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Page 66 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 14 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Page 21 - Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth. Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth. Do but mark, her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her.
Page 116 - Mortimer! who talks of Mortimer? Who wounds me with the name of Mortimer, That bloody man? — Good father, on thy lap Lay I this head, laden with mickle care. O, might I never ope these eyes again, Never again lift up this drooping head, O, never more lift up this dying heart!
Page 167 - For my heart was hot and restless, And my life was full of care, And the burden laid upon me Seemed greater than I could bear. But now it has fallen from me, It is buried in the sea ; And only the sorrow of others Throws its shadow over me.
Page 77 - Retirement then might hourly look Upon a soothing scene, Age steal to his allotted nook Contented and serene ; With heart as calm as lakes that sleep, In frosty moonlight glistening ; Or mountain rivers, where they creep Along a channel smooth and deep, To their own far-off murmurs listening.
Page 1 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Page 257 - And fortune's favour fills the swelling sails ; But would forsake the ship, and make the shore, When the winds whistle, and the tempests roar ? No, Henry, no : one sacred oath has tied Our loves ; one destiny our life shall guide ; Nor wild nor deep our common way divide.
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