The Merchant's Clerk: And Other TalesHarper & Brothers, 1836 - 366 páginas |
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... seemed to change colour a little , and to be on the verge of shedding tears . I repeated my question . She said that the cough was at first very slight ; so slight that her friend had thought nothing of it , but at length it became a ...
... seemed to change colour a little , and to be on the verge of shedding tears . I repeated my question . She said that the cough was at first very slight ; so slight that her friend had thought nothing of it , but at length it became a ...
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... seemed to miss something , and looked about the floor , obviously embarrassed at not discover- ing the object of her search . " It is in your reticule , ma'am , " I whispered ; " and , unless you would affront and wound me , there let ...
... seemed to miss something , and looked about the floor , obviously embarrassed at not discover- ing the object of her search . " It is in your reticule , ma'am , " I whispered ; " and , unless you would affront and wound me , there let ...
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... seemed an abominable com- pound of raisin , stalks and sloe leaves . ' They're un- common economical , sir , " he continued , putting back again his precious commodity , " for they makes two or three ounces of this do for a week ...
... seemed an abominable com- pound of raisin , stalks and sloe leaves . ' They're un- common economical , sir , " he continued , putting back again his precious commodity , " for they makes two or three ounces of this do for a week ...
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... seemed to have just dropped asleep over a wearisome task . His left hand supported his head , and in his right was a pen which he seemed to have fallen asleep almost in the act of using . Propped up , on the table , between two huge ...
... seemed to have just dropped asleep over a wearisome task . His left hand supported his head , and in his right was a pen which he seemed to have fallen asleep almost in the act of using . Propped up , on the table , between two huge ...
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... seemed , mistaken me , at the moment , for some one whom he had expected . " Dr. , " said I , bowing , and advancing . " Oh ! I beg your pardon , sir ; pray walk in , and take a seat . " I did so . " I believe Mrs. Elliott called upon ...
... seemed , mistaken me , at the moment , for some one whom he had expected . " Dr. , " said I , bowing , and advancing . " Oh ! I beg your pardon , sir ; pray walk in , and take a seat . " I did so . " I believe Mrs. Elliott called upon ...
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agitation arms baronet Bill Fowler Bloomsbury Square bracelet Bullion House Carl Carl's carriage chair coach companion continued counting house daughter dear Dick door dreadful Drysalt Ebury exclaimed eyes father fearful feelings fell fellow felt Forster gasped guineas hand head hear heard heart highwaymen Hillary's honour horse hour hurried husband inquired instantly lady length letter lips looked Lord Scamp Lord Squander lordship ma'am magistrate matter Mincing Lane mind Miss Hillary monk morning never Newfoundland dog night o'clock Old Bailey opened Oxleigh paused pistol poor Elliott PORCELLIAN CLUB present prisoner pugilism replied scarce scene seat seemed servant silence Sir Diggory Sir William Gwynne sitting soon stairs stood stranger suddenly sure tell thee thing thought tion tone Topknot trembling turned uttered voice wagoner walked whispered wife William Fowler words worship wretched
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Página 349 - Through the high wood echoing shrill: Sometime walking, not unseen, By Hedge-row Elms, on Hillocks green, Right against the Eastern gate Where the great Sun begins his state...
Página 115 - It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Página 9 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Página 349 - Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, ' Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Página 288 - For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And, though a late, a sure reward succeeds.