Nancy, Band 2Richard Bentley and son, 1873 - 280 Seiten |
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... coming . Algy is to bring her , and to stay a few days on his way to Aldershot . All day long , I wander with restless aimlessness about the house , my big house - so empty , so orderly in its stateliness — so frightfully silent ! Ah ...
... coming . Algy is to bring her , and to stay a few days on his way to Aldershot . All day long , I wander with restless aimlessness about the house , my big house - so empty , so orderly in its stateliness — so frightfully silent ! Ah ...
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... coming , my mind would be weighted by the thought of the repression his spirits would need , but Algy's mirth is several shades less violent , and Barbara is never jarringly joyful . So I change my dress , bathe my face , make my maid ...
... coming , my mind would be weighted by the thought of the repression his spirits would need , but Algy's mirth is several shades less violent , and Barbara is never jarringly joyful . So I change my dress , bathe my face , make my maid ...
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... to somebody , even if it is only the footman . 66 They are not coming ! " say I , plain- tively ; then , recollecting and explaining myself , " I mean , they need not send in dinner ! I will not have any ! " I 32 NANCY .
... to somebody , even if it is only the footman . 66 They are not coming ! " say I , plain- tively ; then , recollecting and explaining myself , " I mean , they need not send in dinner ! I will not have any ! " I 32 NANCY .
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... coming briskly up the drive ; servants in dark liveries ; a smoke - coloured parasol that matches the day . " Shall I ring , and say ' not at home ? " asks Barbara , stretching out her hand to- wards the bell . 66 No , no ! " cry I ...
... coming briskly up the drive ; servants in dark liveries ; a smoke - coloured parasol that matches the day . " Shall I ring , and say ' not at home ? " asks Barbara , stretching out her hand to- wards the bell . 66 No , no ! " cry I ...
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... coming across the hall- of manly whistling makes itself heard . The door opens and Algy enters . It is clear that he is unaware of there being any stranger present , for his hat is on his head , his hands are in his pockets , and he ...
... coming across the hall- of manly whistling makes itself heard . The door opens and Algy enters . It is clear that he is unaware of there being any stranger present , for his hat is on his head , his hands are in his pockets , and he ...
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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...