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... door , she heard a childish voice murmuring- " Cold - cold - cold - how long it is since I have felt a fire ! " - She advanced , and saw , to her amazement , Jane Blaney , shrunk to half her usual size , and covered with rags ...
... door , she heard a childish voice murmuring- " Cold - cold - cold - how long it is since I have felt a fire ! " - She advanced , and saw , to her amazement , Jane Blaney , shrunk to half her usual size , and covered with rags ...
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... door with a key which she had secreted about her , and urged the young lady to hurry on . Anne advanced to the postern , and stood there irresolute and trem- bling like a timid swimmer on the bank of an unknown stream . It was a dark ...
... door with a key which she had secreted about her , and urged the young lady to hurry on . Anne advanced to the postern , and stood there irresolute and trem- bling like a timid swimmer on the bank of an unknown stream . It was a dark ...
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... door was bolted , and the Collogue was left alone with Anne ; the subject of their conference might have been guessed at , but was not known until many years afterwards ; but Anne that night held in her hand , in the shape of a weapon ...
... door was bolted , and the Collogue was left alone with Anne ; the subject of their conference might have been guessed at , but was not known until many years afterwards ; but Anne that night held in her hand , in the shape of a weapon ...
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... with his own hand the door of the room where he and the stranger sat , and desired that no one should dare to approach it . About two hours afterwards , a female servant came with orders from 28 P. VII . ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
... with his own hand the door of the room where he and the stranger sat , and desired that no one should dare to approach it . About two hours afterwards , a female servant came with orders from 28 P. VII . ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
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... door to convey him to Tattersall's , where his fa- ther had commissioned him to look at a horse , or horses , which he intended to purchase ; and Frederick was , of all things in the world , the best possible judge of a horse . To this ...
... door to convey him to Tattersall's , where his fa- ther had commissioned him to look at a horse , or horses , which he intended to purchase ; and Frederick was , of all things in the world , the best possible judge of a horse . To this ...
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Page 332 - The bustle around seemed to waken the mother from a wretched reverie. She raised her glazed eyes, and looked about with a faint wildness. As the men approached with cords to lower the coffin into the grave, she wrung her hands, and broke into an agony of grief. The poor woman who attended her, took her by the arm, endeavoured to raise her from the earth, and to whisper something like consolation — " Nay, now — nay, now — don't take it so sorely to heart.
Page 336 - He was too weak, however, to talk — he could only look his thanks. His mother was his constant attendant ; and he seemed unwilling to be helped by any other hand.
Page 332 - I could see no more — my heart swelled into my throat — my eyes filled with tears — I felt as if I were acting a barbarous part in standing by and gazing idly on this scene of maternal anguish.
Page 330 - When I saw her feebly rising and bending her aged form in prayer; habitually conning her prayer-book, which her palsied hand and failing eyes would not permit her to read, but which she evidently knew by heart ; I felt...
Page 332 - There was that bustling stir which breaks so harshly on the feelings of grief and affection : directions given in the cold tones of business ; the striking of spades into sand and gravel ; which, at the grave of those we love, is, of all sounds, the most withering. The bustle around seemed to awaken the mother from a wretched reverie.
Page 333 - ... of joy — the sorrows of a widow, aged, solitary, destitute, mourning over an only son, the last solace of her years ; these are indeed sorrows which make us feel the impotency of consolation.
Page 335 - He saw her, and hastened toward her, but his steps were faint and faltering ; he sunk on his knees before her, and sobbed like a child. The poor woman gazed upon him with a vacant and wandering eye — " Oh my dear, dear mother ! don't you know your son? your poor boy George?
Page 317 - The creak of the screw-nails presently announced that the lid of the last mansion of mortality was in the act of being secured above its tenant.
Page 337 - My first impulse on hearing this humble tale of affliction, was to visit the cottage of the mourner, and administer pecuniary assistance, and, if possible, comfort. I found, however, on inquiry, that the good feelings of the villagers had prompted them to do...
Page 313 - ... by the black colour of the gown in which they had dressed her, and embarrassed by the number of persons by whom she was surrounded; then, finally, she would raise her head with a ghastly look and fix her eyes upon the bed which contained the coffin of her grandson, as if she had at once, and for the first time, acquired sense to comprehend her inexpressible calamity.