Nancy, Band 2Richard Bentley and son, 1873 - 280 Seiten |
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... irritated determination , " if you do not this moment stop sighing like a wind- mill and tell us what is up , I will go to Sir Roger , hanged if I will not , and ask him what he means by making you cry yourself to a NANCY . 15.
... irritated determination , " if you do not this moment stop sighing like a wind- mill and tell us what is up , I will go to Sir Roger , hanged if I will not , and ask him what he means by making you cry yourself to a NANCY . 15.
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... stop ! " We are in church now . I have run the gauntlet of the observation of all the parish- ioners , and have been unable to look calmly unaware of it ; on the contrary , have grown consciously rosy red , and have walked over hastily ...
... stop ! " We are in church now . I have run the gauntlet of the observation of all the parish- ioners , and have been unable to look calmly unaware of it ; on the contrary , have grown consciously rosy red , and have walked over hastily ...
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... ! " — ( speaking rather reproachfully ) - " stop a moment ! I want to introduce you to Mr. Musgrave . " Thus adjured , they have to come to a halt , and the presentation is made . " Surely , " think I , glancing at Barbara's 72 NANCY .
... ! " — ( speaking rather reproachfully ) - " stop a moment ! I want to introduce you to Mr. Musgrave . " Thus adjured , they have to come to a halt , and the presentation is made . " Surely , " think I , glancing at Barbara's 72 NANCY .
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... that hateful new vague jealousy aching at my heart . It is impossible ! I stop . I stand stock still in the summer grass . " I hate your hints ! I hate I hate your innu- endoes ! " I say , passionately . " I NANCY . 79.
... that hateful new vague jealousy aching at my heart . It is impossible ! I stop . I stand stock still in the summer grass . " I hate your hints ! I hate I hate your innu- endoes ! " I say , passionately . " I NANCY . 79.
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... pockets , and he only stops whistling to observe— " Well , Nancy ! any more Aborigines ? " then he breaks suddenly off , and we all grow red he himself beaming of as - lively a scarlet as the new tunic that he tried 90 NANCY .
... pockets , and he only stops whistling to observe— " Well , Nancy ! any more Aborigines ? " then he breaks suddenly off , and we all grow red he himself beaming of as - lively a scarlet as the new tunic that he tried 90 NANCY .
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Algy answer appear Barbara beginning better Bobby boys certainly CHAPTER cheeks Christmas church cold coming course dark dear door doubt drawing eyes face fall father feel fingers Frank friends give glad gone grow hair half hands happen head hear heard heart hope Huntley idea keep lady late laugh least leave less light live longer look mean mind minutes moment Musgrave Nancy never night nose once pain passing passionately perhaps possible presently quick quickly raising reach repeat reply rising Roger round seems seen silence slowly smile sound speaking stand stop suppose sure surprise talk tears tell thing thought tion told tone Tou Tou trees trying turning Vick voice walk wife wish woman
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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...