Nancy, Band 2Richard Bentley and son, 1873 - 280 Seiten |
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... of tone , engendered by much crying . " Have not ? have not what ? " " Have not a House - warming in pro- spect , " reply I , with distinct malignity . A moment's silence . My bomb - shell has worked quite 14 NANCY .
... of tone , engendered by much crying . " Have not ? have not what ? " " Have not a House - warming in pro- spect , " reply I , with distinct malignity . A moment's silence . My bomb - shell has worked quite 14 NANCY .
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... reply I , indistinctly , from the recesses of a drenched pocket- handkerchief . " But what is going to happen to him ? where is he going to ? I wish that you would be a little more intelligible , " cry they all impatiently . " He is ...
... reply I , indistinctly , from the recesses of a drenched pocket- handkerchief . " But what is going to happen to him ? where is he going to ? I wish that you would be a little more intelligible , " cry they all impatiently . " He is ...
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... reply I , lifting my face and speaking with a slow dejection . " " " To Antigua ! " cries Algy ; " but what in the world is going to take him there ? " Perhaps , " says Bobby , in a loud aside to Tou Tou , " perhaps he has got another ...
... reply I , lifting my face and speaking with a slow dejection . " " " To Antigua ! " cries Algy ; " but what in the world is going to take him there ? " Perhaps , " says Bobby , in a loud aside to Tou Tou , " perhaps he has got another ...
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Rhoda Broughton. ' By himself , worse luck ! " reply I , de- spondently , re - interring my countenance in my pocket - handkerchief . " And you decline to accompany him ? Well , I think you are about right ! " says Algy , rising ...
Rhoda Broughton. ' By himself , worse luck ! " reply I , de- spondently , re - interring my countenance in my pocket - handkerchief . " And you decline to accompany him ? Well , I think you are about right ! " says Algy , rising ...
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... reply I , firmly . " And what will the farmers say ? " asks Sir Roger , smiling . I have not considered this aspect of the question , so remain silent . We walk on without speaking for some moments . The deer , in lofty pity for Vick ...
... reply I , firmly . " And what will the farmers say ? " asks Sir Roger , smiling . I have not considered this aspect of the question , so remain silent . We walk on without speaking for some moments . The deer , in lofty pity for Vick ...
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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...