Mr Faversham's new year's guest, by the author of 'Ellen Clinton'.James Clarke & Company, 1873 - 428 pages |
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... perhaps divining its cause , asked in a slightly irritable tone - deposit- ing the child upon the hearth - rug , and rising to his own feet as he spoke- “ What did you want , Mary ? " " Oh , sir ! " she exclaimed ( making a violent ...
... perhaps divining its cause , asked in a slightly irritable tone - deposit- ing the child upon the hearth - rug , and rising to his own feet as he spoke- “ What did you want , Mary ? " " Oh , sir ! " she exclaimed ( making a violent ...
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... perhaps you had better send Mrs. Crossley here . " " She is gone to see her sister , who lives in the village , sir , and will not be home until late . " " Ah , yes ! I remember now ; she always spends New Year's - day with her ...
... perhaps you had better send Mrs. Crossley here . " " She is gone to see her sister , who lives in the village , sir , and will not be home until late . " " Ah , yes ! I remember now ; she always spends New Year's - day with her ...
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... perhaps Mary , who had already proved her efficiency by helping him out of one embarrassing situa- tion , might possibly be able to suggest some mode of getting over this difficulty also . Accordingly he rang the bell . 66 ' Mary , " he ...
... perhaps Mary , who had already proved her efficiency by helping him out of one embarrassing situa- tion , might possibly be able to suggest some mode of getting over this difficulty also . Accordingly he rang the bell . 66 ' Mary , " he ...
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... ( perhaps from the fact of its being so rare an occurrence for any one to write ) , to her she lost no time in producing it from her pocket , fervently wishing that the tidings it brought might prove to be of an unusually interesting and ...
... ( perhaps from the fact of its being so rare an occurrence for any one to write ) , to her she lost no time in producing it from her pocket , fervently wishing that the tidings it brought might prove to be of an unusually interesting and ...
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... perhaps threats ; but this ex- traordinary conduct on the part of one who had always professed to detest children , quite staggered him . " This is a strange affair , Crossley ! " he remarked , somewhat uneasily , after he had ...
... perhaps threats ; but this ex- traordinary conduct on the part of one who had always professed to detest children , quite staggered him . " This is a strange affair , Crossley ! " he remarked , somewhat uneasily , after he had ...
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Page 205 - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of th' everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
Page 274 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.
Page 243 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Page 225 - Rise! for the day is passing, And you lie dreaming on; The others have buckled their armour, And forth to the fight are gone: A place in the ranks awaits you, Each man has some part to play; The Past and the Future are nothing, In the face of the stern To-day.
Page 189 - There are briars besetting every path That call for patient care ; There is a cross in every lot, And an earnest need for prayer ; But a lowly heart that leans on Thee Is happy anywhere. In a service which thy will appoints, There are no bonds for me ; For my inmost heart is taught ' the truth ' That makes thy children ' free ;' And a life of self-renouncing love Is a life of liberty.
Page 146 - Wouldst thou from sorrow find a sweet relief ? Or is thy heart oppressed with woes untold ? Balm wouldst thou gather for corroding grief ? Pour blessings round thee like a shower of gold.
Page 66 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 160 - Rest, weary heart ! From all thy silent griefs and secret pain, Thy profitless regrets and longings vain; Wisdom and love have ordered all the past, All shall be blessedness and light at last; Cast off the cares that have so long opprest, — Rest, sweetly rest ! Rest, weary head ! Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb, Light from above has broken through its gloom.
Page 305 - I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. Every branch in me that beareth not fruit, he taketh away ; and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.
Page 24 - There is, in every human heart, Some not completely barren part, Where seeds of love and truth might grow, And flowers of generous virtue blow ; To plant, to watch, to water there, — This be our duty — be our care...