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... feeling could not continue . Herbert Dudley buried his dead out of his sight , and little Florence ( so she was named , in remembrance of the first meeting of the cousins at Florence the fair , ) speedily became the idol around which ...
... feeling could not continue . Herbert Dudley buried his dead out of his sight , and little Florence ( so she was named , in remembrance of the first meeting of the cousins at Florence the fair , ) speedily became the idol around which ...
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... feelings of regret were not confined to words ; these were Dr. Leicester , the rector of the parish , and the Earl of Wentworth , an old and intimate friend . Many hours had not elapsed , since the news , for once not exaggerated in its ...
... feelings of regret were not confined to words ; these were Dr. Leicester , the rector of the parish , and the Earl of Wentworth , an old and intimate friend . Many hours had not elapsed , since the news , for once not exaggerated in its ...
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... feeling which had induced him to have recourse to law , instead of appealing to the generosity of his uncle's ward , and thus effecting a more advantageous compromise . " Every man buys his experience , why should that young fool be ...
... feeling which had induced him to have recourse to law , instead of appealing to the generosity of his uncle's ward , and thus effecting a more advantageous compromise . " Every man buys his experience , why should that young fool be ...
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... feelings of a friend . The storied arras , source of fond delight , With old achievement charms the wildered sight ; And still , with heraldry's rich hues imprest , On the dim window glows the pictured crest . The screen unfolds its ...
... feelings of a friend . The storied arras , source of fond delight , With old achievement charms the wildered sight ; And still , with heraldry's rich hues imprest , On the dim window glows the pictured crest . The screen unfolds its ...
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... feelings of unconquerable bitterness ; this room was Mary's boudoir . When the Dudleys arrived at the Wilderness , shortly after their marriage , they found the apartment in ques- tion in a peculiarly dilapidated state . It had been ...
... feelings of unconquerable bitterness ; this room was Mary's boudoir . When the Dudleys arrived at the Wilderness , shortly after their marriage , they found the apartment in ques- tion in a peculiarly dilapidated state . It had been ...
Términos y frases comunes
admiration arms Augusta beauty bitter blessed blushed bride bright charms cheek child Colonel colour cottage countenance cried Florence Dark Ladie daughter Doctor door drew Dudley's Emrys Castle Evelyn faint fair father favourite fear feeling fell Florence Dudley Florence rose Florence's eyes flowers gentleman gently Geraldine Percival girl glance grace Greville Beaumont hand happy head heart Heaven Herbert Dudley heroine heroine's honour hour JAMES BLACKWOOD Lady Caroline Lady Cecilia Lady Geraldine Lady Illington Lady Mary Temple Lady Wentworth ladyship laughed Leicester light lingered lips looked Lord Glenorme Lord Ullswater Lord Wentworth Madoc Maiden's Tower mamma marriage Miss Dudley Miss Seymour morning mother murmured never night noble pale papa passed paused Phoebe poor pride Puck Rector rence reply rose sighed silence smile spirit spoke stood sweet tears thee thou tion tone trembling truth turned voice Wentworth Castle Wilderness words young lady دو
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