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... Dora more than I should have loved any sister of Marchmont's . I was carried on imperceptibly till — till— ' I did not speak , so he continued , ' Till I found out how very dear she had become , and then , before I let her know anything ...
... Dora more than I should have loved any sister of Marchmont's . I was carried on imperceptibly till — till— ' I did not speak , so he continued , ' Till I found out how very dear she had become , and then , before I let her know anything ...
Page 302
... Dora . Her head was bent over a book which she held in her hand , but every now and then she would raise it and remain perfectly still in a listening attitude . I dropped the blind , glanced at my watch , and , seeing it was nearly five ...
... Dora . Her head was bent over a book which she held in her hand , but every now and then she would raise it and remain perfectly still in a listening attitude . I dropped the blind , glanced at my watch , and , seeing it was nearly five ...
Page 304
... Dora's inexperience , and then I spoke ; but John never seemed quite pleased , whilst Dora was so childishly sensitive , that my duty was all the more dis- agreeable . Still I did it . And so the autumn crept upon us , and gave way in ...
... Dora's inexperience , and then I spoke ; but John never seemed quite pleased , whilst Dora was so childishly sensitive , that my duty was all the more dis- agreeable . Still I did it . And so the autumn crept upon us , and gave way in ...
Page 305
... Dora entered . I had always been obliged to consider Dora pretty with the prettiness of youth ; but her beauty had assumed quite a new character . Her dress was the same she had worn as a bride , white VOL . XXXII . NO . CXC . satin ...
... Dora entered . I had always been obliged to consider Dora pretty with the prettiness of youth ; but her beauty had assumed quite a new character . Her dress was the same she had worn as a bride , white VOL . XXXII . NO . CXC . satin ...
Page 307
... Dora's hand . When John returned , a waltz had begun , but Dora was not among the dancers . John did not offer to go and look for her , although I am sure he longed to do so . 6 Have you had supper ? ' I said . ' No , ' he replied ...
... Dora's hand . When John returned , a waltz had begun , but Dora was not among the dancers . John did not offer to go and look for her , although I am sure he longed to do so . 6 Have you had supper ? ' I said . ' No , ' he replied ...
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