Nancy, Band 2Richard Bentley and son, 1873 - 280 Seiten |
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... Vick is racing , with idiotic ardour , through the tall green bracken , after the mottled deer , yelping with shrill insanity , and vainly imagining that she is going to over- take them . The gray rabbits are scuttling across the grass ...
... Vick is racing , with idiotic ardour , through the tall green bracken , after the mottled deer , yelping with shrill insanity , and vainly imagining that she is going to over- take them . The gray rabbits are scuttling across the grass ...
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... Vick , have stopped to allow her to get nearer to them . With their fine noses in the air , and their proud necks compassionately turned towards her , they are waiting , while she pushes , panting and shrieking , through the stout fern ...
... Vick , have stopped to allow her to get nearer to them . With their fine noses in the air , and their proud necks compassionately turned towards her , they are waiting , while she pushes , panting and shrieking , through the stout fern ...
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... Vick - ap- parently sharing my depression - trotting subduedly , with tail half - mast high , at my heels , and at length sit down on a bench under a mulberry - tree . The scentless flame of the geraniums and calceolarias fills ...
... Vick - ap- parently sharing my depression - trotting subduedly , with tail half - mast high , at my heels , and at length sit down on a bench under a mulberry - tree . The scentless flame of the geraniums and calceolarias fills ...
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... Vick recognises him at about the same moment as I do . Having first sprung at him with that volubility of small but hostile yaps , with which she strikes terror into the hearts of tramps , she has now - having smelt him to be not only ...
... Vick recognises him at about the same moment as I do . Having first sprung at him with that volubility of small but hostile yaps , with which she strikes terror into the hearts of tramps , she has now - having smelt him to be not only ...
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... Vick , to whose faith all things seem possible , runs sharply barking and racing after it . We both laugh at the fruitlessness of her undertaking , and the joint merriment restores suavity to me , and assurance to him . " And are you to ...
... Vick , to whose faith all things seem possible , runs sharply barking and racing after it . We both laugh at the fruitlessness of her undertaking , and the joint merriment restores suavity to me , and assurance to him . " And are you to ...
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66 Nancy accent Algy and Barbara Algy's answer better blue velvet boys Brat calceolarias cheeks Christmas church clasping cold colour coming cries dance dare say dark dear door doubt Dresden eyes face father feel fingers footman Frank friends glad gone gown hair half hands hastily head hear heard heart Hong Kong Huntley hurry impa innu lady laugh leaning leave light look mind minutes mob-cap Musgrave never Never you mind nose pain passionately pause perhaps quick quickly reach recollect repeat reply rococo round says Algy says Bobby sea-sickness sighing silence Sir Roger slowly smile speaking stand sudden suppose sure surprise talk tears tell Tempest thing thought thrushes tion to-day to-morrow told tone Tou Tou trying turning Vick voice walk West Indies wife wish woman words Zéphine Zwinger
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Seite 132 - T is summer in yon heaven, Where, teachers, ye shall know, While time shall last, the blessedness Wrought by your love below. 679. 8 & 7s. M. HOHNE. Autumn Warnings. 1 SEE the leaves around us falling, Dry and withered, to the ground ; Thus to thoughtless mortals calling , In a sad and solemn sound...
Seite 58 - Have you marked but the fall of the snow, Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver, Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier ? Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white ! O so soft ! O so sweet is she ! n.
Seite 58 - Have you mark'd but the fall o' the snow Before the soil hath smutch'd it? Have you felt the wool of beaver, Or swan's down ever? Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier. Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
Seite 245 - Is my knight come ? O the lord, my band ! Sister, do my cheeks look well ? Give me a little box o' the ear, that I may seem to blush. Now, now! so, there, there! here he is ! O my dearest delight ! Lord, lord ! and how does my knight ? Touchstone.
Seite 179 - I am like the man who said that he knew two tunes, one was " God Save the Queen,
Seite 106 - I say, looking him full in the face, with simple directness. " Asked her ! " repeats he, with an accent of profound astonishment. " Asked the woman whether she had been engaged to him, and jilted him ? Impossible ! " " No ! no ! " cry I, with tremulous impatience, "of course not; but I asked her whether she used not to know him in India, and she said, 'Yes, we met several times...