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... Anne's curiosity , she always gratified it , or tried to do so , whatever the risk . Certainly , if curiosity is , as we are told , a woman's failing , and men take every opportunity of reminding them of the fact , or rather laying it ...
... Anne's curiosity , she always gratified it , or tried to do so , whatever the risk . Certainly , if curiosity is , as we are told , a woman's failing , and men take every opportunity of reminding them of the fact , or rather laying it ...
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... Anne could not conjure up one , for she counted Mr. Hall as nobody , and disdainfully thrust the thought of him ... Anne's imagination , which she had snugly enshrined somewhere in a small corner of her heart . It seemed ridiculous to ...
... Anne could not conjure up one , for she counted Mr. Hall as nobody , and disdainfully thrust the thought of him ... Anne's imagination , which she had snugly enshrined somewhere in a small corner of her heart . It seemed ridiculous to ...
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... Anne ; " but you know very well she was mortified at seeing you hold Miss Neville's hand , and - and - I don't think it was right of you , Charles . " He looked up as if he could have annihilated her . " I am the best judge of my own ...
... Anne ; " but you know very well she was mortified at seeing you hold Miss Neville's hand , and - and - I don't think it was right of you , Charles . " He looked up as if he could have annihilated her . " I am the best judge of my own ...
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... Anne . " " Yes , from you , who are making love to two girls at the same time . " " How dare you accuse me of so dishonourable an action ? " exclaimed Charles . " Dare ? Oh , I dare a great deal more than that , " replied Anne , tossing ...
... Anne . " " Yes , from you , who are making love to two girls at the same time . " " How dare you accuse me of so dishonourable an action ? " exclaimed Charles . " Dare ? Oh , I dare a great deal more than that , " replied Anne , tossing ...
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... Anne opened her eyes at this , but wisely held her tongue . He went on , " I swear , Anne , I'll never give you reason to pity Miss Neville ; but she has sprained her wrist , I think very severely . That confounded brute was the cause ...
... Anne opened her eyes at this , but wisely held her tongue . He went on , " I swear , Anne , I'll never give you reason to pity Miss Neville ; but she has sprained her wrist , I think very severely . That confounded brute was the cause ...
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Page 70 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Page 139 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
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Page 207 - Of fancied beings bound her soul in awe. The moon was risen, and she sometimes shone Through thick white clouds, that flew tumultuous on, Passing beneath her with an eagle's speed, That her soft light imprison'd and then freed ; The fitful glimmering through the hedge-row green Gave a strange beauty to the changing scene j And roaring winds and rushing waters lent Their mingled voice that to the spirit went.
Page 31 - ... As old time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires; Hearts with equal love combined ; Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes ! No tears, Celia, now shall win My resolved heart to return ; I have searched thy soul within, And find nought but pride and scorn ; I have learned thy arts, and now Can disdain as much as thou. Some power, in my revenge, convey That love to her...
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Page 264 - Thou tyrant of the mind! False in thy glass all objects are, Some set too near, and some too far; Thou art the fire of endless night, The fire that burns, and gives no light. All torments of the damn'd we find In only thee, O Jealousy! Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!
Page 264 - Thou tyrant of the mind! All other ills, though sharp they prove, Serve to refine, and perfect love: In absence, or unkind disdain, Sweet hope relieves the lover's pain.
Page 100 - Of the gray morn before the rising sun, That pass away and perish. Earthly things Are but the transient pageants of an hour ; And earthly pride is like the passing flower, That springs to fall, and blossoms but to die.