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... Clement Hope . Geraldine thought that there was some- thing ominous in his absence and silence . It occurred to her that something must be the matter with Mr. Varlowe . She said as much to Captain Marion . Captain Marion was on the ...
... Clement Hope . Geraldine thought that there was some- thing ominous in his absence and silence . It occurred to her that something must be the matter with Mr. Varlowe . She said as much to Captain Marion . Captain Marion was on the ...
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... Clement Hope . Clement's letter was short and sad . It only said that his father had fallen suddenly ill a day or two ago , and was growing worse and worse ; that he began to be alarmed about him ; that Mr. Varlowe would not see any ...
... Clement Hope . Clement's letter was short and sad . It only said that his father had fallen suddenly ill a day or two ago , and was growing worse and worse ; that he began to be alarmed about him ; that Mr. Varlowe would not see any ...
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... Clement Hope's eyes . " Can we be of any use ? " Sydney said , taking courage . " Oh , yes , " Clement answered , with looks beaming with grati- tude , " you can . I am so lonely here . I don't know what to do . My father never was ill ...
... Clement Hope's eyes . " Can we be of any use ? " Sydney said , taking courage . " Oh , yes , " Clement answered , with looks beaming with grati- tude , " you can . I am so lonely here . I don't know what to do . My father never was ill ...
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... Clement said ; " he never would ; the bare idea makes him angry . " " Still , I think you must have a doctor now ... Clement's sister , and complimented her on being 18 The Gentleman's Magazine .
... Clement said ; " he never would ; the bare idea makes him angry . " " Still , I think you must have a doctor now ... Clement's sister , and complimented her on being 18 The Gentleman's Magazine .
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... Clement entered the room , and she kept her face turned to the window , that he might not see her tears . The sound of wheels was heard , and a brougham stopped at the door . " Look , Miss Rowan , " Clement said ; " here is Mr. Montana ...
... Clement entered the room , and she kept her face turned to the window , that he might not see her tears . The sound of wheels was heard , and a brougham stopped at the door . " Look , Miss Rowan , " Clement said ; " here is Mr. Montana ...
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Page 326 - You are old, Father William," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head — Do you think, at your age, it is right?" "In my youth," Father William replied to his son, "I feared it might injure the brain; But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.
Page 163 - No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion ! if reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. P.
Page 44 - ... for through him we both have our access in one Spirit unto the Father. So then ye are no more strangers and sojourners, but ye are fellow-citizens with the saints, and of the household of God, being built upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ Jesus himself being the chief corner stone ; in whom each several building, fitly framed together, groweth into a holy temple in the Lord ; in whom ye also are builded together for a habitation of God in the Spirit.
Page 317 - But Psyche, uplifting her finger, Said - 'Sadly this star I mistrust Her pallor I strangely mistrust: Oh, hasten! - oh, let us not linger! Oh, fly! - let us fly! - for we must.
Page 695 - The historical decoration was purposely of no more importance than a background requires; and my stress lay on the incidents in the development of a soul: little else is worth study.
Page 694 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large, and of a dark cast, which glowed (I say literally glowed) when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.
Page 330 - The connection of which the plot one sees. The farmer's daughter hath frank blue eyes; (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) She hears the rooks caw in the windy skies, As she sits at her lattice and shells her peas. The farmer's daughter hath ripe red lips; (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) If you try to approach her, away she skips Over tables and chairs with apparent ease.
Page 551 - written at three, four, and five o'clock (in the morning) by an octogenary pen ; a heart (as Mrs. Lee says) twenty-six years old, and as HLP feels it to be, all your own.
Page 326 - You are old,' said the youth, 'and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak - Pray how did you manage to do it?
Page 320 - God's own heather we wonned together, I and my Willie (O love my love): I need hardly remark it was glorious weather, And flitterbats wavered alow, above: Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing, (Boats in that climate are so polite,) And sands were a ribbon of green endowing, And O the sundazzle on bark and bight!