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Page 17
... sorry for that , " said Mrs. Marks . " I hate the very name of the place . " They're a bad set , the whole lot of ' em . " " That don't signify a rap to me . I shan't have nothing to do with any of ' em so long as they let's me alone ...
... sorry for that , " said Mrs. Marks . " I hate the very name of the place . " They're a bad set , the whole lot of ' em . " " That don't signify a rap to me . I shan't have nothing to do with any of ' em so long as they let's me alone ...
Page 18
... sorry to say I've no good news of her ; she've been ailing some time , and the doctor's stuff don't do her no good ; he says she'll go off like the snuff of a candle . But there , she's precious old now , and well nigh worn out . I've a ...
... sorry to say I've no good news of her ; she've been ailing some time , and the doctor's stuff don't do her no good ; he says she'll go off like the snuff of a candle . But there , she's precious old now , and well nigh worn out . I've a ...
Page 41
... sorry ? how could he help feeling for her ? Dr. Bernard must be sent for , the sprain might get worse . Charles , like most men when their minds are set on attaining any one object , determined on carry- ing his point . The more ...
... sorry ? how could he help feeling for her ? Dr. Bernard must be sent for , the sprain might get worse . Charles , like most men when their minds are set on attaining any one object , determined on carry- ing his point . The more ...
Page 92
... sorry at her discourtsey ; it is so different from what I should have thought she would have done . I liked the little I saw of Mrs. Elrington , she was a true Englishwoman . I wonder what she disliked me for . I suppose she did dislike ...
... sorry at her discourtsey ; it is so different from what I should have thought she would have done . I liked the little I saw of Mrs. Elrington , she was a true Englishwoman . I wonder what she disliked me for . I suppose she did dislike ...
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... sorry to hear you had such a bad headache . " " All ! " exclaimed Frances , " I desired you to give the message to Mrs. Linchmore . Why did you disobey me ? " “ Well , Miss , I'm sure it was no fault of mine that Miss Neville happened ...
... sorry to hear you had such a bad headache . " " All ! " exclaimed Frances , " I desired you to give the message to Mrs. Linchmore . Why did you disobey me ? " “ Well , Miss , I'm sure it was no fault of mine that Miss Neville happened ...
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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...
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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! 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.