Strangers and pilgrims, by the author of 'Lady Audley's secret'.J. Maxwell, 1873 |
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... good - night . ' You had better say good - bye at the same time , ' said Diana . Your visits are so few and far between VOL . II . 6 с SV that I daresay Lizzie will have gone away before we STRANGERS AND PILGRIMS . 17.
... good - night . ' You had better say good - bye at the same time , ' said Diana . Your visits are so few and far between VOL . II . 6 с SV that I daresay Lizzie will have gone away before we STRANGERS AND PILGRIMS . 17.
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Mary Elizabeth Braddon. that I daresay Lizzie will have gone away before we see you again . ' 6 Gone away ! ' ' Yes ; she is going to town in a fortnight , to stay with aunt Chevenix . ' ' Indeed . ' This in a disappointed tone , yet it ...
Mary Elizabeth Braddon. that I daresay Lizzie will have gone away before we see you again . ' 6 Gone away ! ' ' Yes ; she is going to town in a fortnight , to stay with aunt Chevenix . ' ' Indeed . ' This in a disappointed tone , yet it ...
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... Lizzie , ' exclaimed Blanche ; and you're so pale , and have such a heavy look about the eyes . ' ' I did not sleep much last night ; and as for breakfast , I have always considered it a most un- inviting meal - perpetual eggs , and ...
... Lizzie , ' exclaimed Blanche ; and you're so pale , and have such a heavy look about the eyes . ' ' I did not sleep much last night ; and as for breakfast , I have always considered it a most un- inviting meal - perpetual eggs , and ...
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... Lizzie , ' said Diana ; ' you do fidget so abominably , and stare out of the window so continually . ' ' You may suppose it , if you like . ' " ' Has Lord Paulyn come back to Ashcombe ? ' I know nothing of his lordship's movements ...
... Lizzie , ' said Diana ; ' you do fidget so abominably , and stare out of the window so continually . ' ' You may suppose it , if you like . ' " ' Has Lord Paulyn come back to Ashcombe ? ' I know nothing of his lordship's movements ...
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... Lizzie ? ' said the Curate , looking after her wonderingly . ' Your eldest sister hardly accepts our new relation- ship in so pleasant a spirit as I hoped she would have shown towards me . ' ' Perhaps she wanted you for herself , ' said ...
... Lizzie ? ' said the Curate , looking after her wonderingly . ' Your eldest sister hardly accepts our new relation- ship in so pleasant a spirit as I hoped she would have shown towards me . ' ' Perhaps she wanted you for herself , ' said ...
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Стр. 170 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 215 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole. Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb, for sinners slain, Redeemer, king, creator, In bliss returns to reign.
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Стр. 229 - And the dove mourn'd on apace ; No flame did flash, nor fair blue reek Rose up to show me his place. O last love ! O first love ! My love with the true, true heart, To think I have come to this your home, And yet — we are apart! My love ! He stood at my right hand, His eyes were grave and sweet ; Methought he said :
Стр. 214 - The sodger from the wars returns, The sailor frae the main ; But I hae parted frae my love, Never to meet again, My dear ; Never to meet again. When day is gane and night is come, And a...
Стр. 176 - Luttrell, rector of Hawleigh." It was rather hard that you should allow the court newsman to be wiser than I.' Eager words of denial trembled on her lips, but before they could be spoken, pride silenced her. What ! he came to her in this ruthless fashion, came with his course resolved, and resigned her as coolly as if she were a prize not worth contesting. ' You have come here to — to give me up,' she said. ' I have resigned myself to circumstances. But would it not have been as well to be off...
Стр. 55 - Oh, never become acquainted with the other ! Two souls, alas, dwell in my breast : the one would fain separate itself from the other. The one clings, with persevering fondness, to the world, with organs like cramps of steel : the other lifts itself energetically from the mist to the realms of an exalted ancestry.
Стр. 157 - J'y regardais une place chérie, Tiède encor d'un baiser brûlant; Et je songeais comme la femme oublie, Et je sentais un lambeau de ma vie Qui se déchirait lentement.
Стр. 236 - I'm weary of my part. My torch is out; and the world stands before me Like a black desert at the approach of night : I'll lay me down, and stray no farther on.
Стр. 71 - Tis what he merits from us, yet th' attempt Were dangerous, he is still the people's idol. Marg. And so perhaps shall Marg'ret be ; applause Waits on success ; the fickle multitude, Like the light straw that floats along the stream, Glide with the current still and follow fortune.