Dauntless, by the author of 'Hands not hearts'.1858 |
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... 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 work - basket , and the briers were scattered far and wide over the floor and ...
... 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 work - basket , and the briers were scattered far and wide over the floor and ...
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... night ? ' ' I don't mean to try , unless Mrs. Sackville turns me out . You know I have long promised to run down to them , and this is a very conve- nient evening , so tempting for an excursion , and I hope to combine a little business ...
... night ? ' ' I don't mean to try , unless Mrs. Sackville turns me out . You know I have long promised to run down to them , and this is a very conve- nient evening , so tempting for an excursion , and I hope to combine a little business ...
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... night ; I believe he intended to call at Whitefield as he went . ' Sir Mark paused a moment , asked how long it was since he started , thanked her , mounted and rode away , yet not so quickly but what he turned round again , and saw her ...
... night ; I believe he intended to call at Whitefield as he went . ' Sir Mark paused a moment , asked how long it was since he started , thanked her , mounted and rode away , yet not so quickly but what he turned round again , and saw her ...
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... night upon the pillow . Such a grave , dignified person as he is ; and when , for Mordaunt's sake , I should like to have seemed quiet and ladylike . How nicely Mordaunt did behave to - night - never familiar with him , and yet so free ...
... night upon the pillow . Such a grave , dignified person as he is ; and when , for Mordaunt's sake , I should like to have seemed quiet and ladylike . How nicely Mordaunt did behave to - night - never familiar with him , and yet so free ...
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... woman have arrested her progress , as she would fain have done when she saw how wildly her hair was pushed back from her face , and how haggard with night - watching her delicate features were already . But Sir Mark was DAUNTLESS . 53.
... woman have arrested her progress , as she would fain have done when she saw how wildly her hair was pushed back from her face , and how haggard with night - watching her delicate features were already . But Sir Mark was DAUNTLESS . 53.
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answered anxious arms asked beautiful believe better bright busy cares Carisbroke cheek child comes comfort course cousin Cuthbert dear deep Desborough doubt dreaded Eve's expected eyes face fancy fear feel felt give glad glance gone half hand happy head hear heard heart hope hour husband instant interest Jane Jane's kind knew late Laura learned leave less light lips looked Mark's marriage mind Miss Mordaunt morning mother nature never night once painful passed peace perhaps Philipson poor possible present question quickly replied rest Sackville scarcely seemed seen silence Sir Mark smile soon sorrow speak spirit strength sure tears tell thankful thing thought told turned voice walk watched wife wish young
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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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