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Page 33
... Walgrave's coming . Hubert Walgrave - that was the name of the stranger - a barrister , Mr. Wort told them , hard- working , and with a tolerably good practice already . He had some means of his own , and was well - born , yet stood ...
... Walgrave's coming . Hubert Walgrave - that was the name of the stranger - a barrister , Mr. Wort told them , hard- working , and with a tolerably good practice already . He had some means of his own , and was well - born , yet stood ...
Page 39
... Hubert Walgrave's haggard London - weary eyes : roses making a curtain for the porch ; roses white and red climbing up to the very chimney - pots , en- tangled with creamy yellow woodbine ; spreading bushes of moss - roses and cabbage ...
... Hubert Walgrave's haggard London - weary eyes : roses making a curtain for the porch ; roses white and red climbing up to the very chimney - pots , en- tangled with creamy yellow woodbine ; spreading bushes of moss - roses and cabbage ...
Page 46
... Hubert Walgrave walked slowly along the grass , looking about him with a lazy sensuous enjoy- ment of the scene and the atmosphere . ' Upon my word , it is simply perfect in its way , ' he said to himself . Old Wort did not exaggerate ...
... Hubert Walgrave walked slowly along the grass , looking about him with a lazy sensuous enjoy- ment of the scene and the atmosphere . ' Upon my word , it is simply perfect in its way , ' he said to himself . Old Wort did not exaggerate ...
Page 52
... Hubert Walgrave's open window , blending itself with a dream in which he fancied himself away from Brierwood , amidst the gorgeous upholstery of a West - end mansion , listen- ing to a voice that was not so sweet as Grace Red- mayne's ...
... Hubert Walgrave's open window , blending itself with a dream in which he fancied himself away from Brierwood , amidst the gorgeous upholstery of a West - end mansion , listen- ing to a voice that was not so sweet as Grace Red- mayne's ...
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... HUBERT WALGRAVE . ' ' I think it's about as inane an epistle as was ever penned , ' he said to himself , when he had ad- dressed his letter to Miss Vallory , 10 Acropolis- square , South Kensington . The fact of having written it seemed ...
... HUBERT WALGRAVE . ' ' I think it's about as inane an epistle as was ever penned , ' he said to himself , when he had ad- dressed his letter to Miss Vallory , 10 Acropolis- square , South Kensington . The fact of having written it seemed ...
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Page 242 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 127 - Here, my dear friend," he suddenly exclaimed, as he pulled a couple of little parcels out of his pocket, "is a quarter of a pound of tea and half a pound of sugar, for, though it is not in my power at present to return you the two guineas, you nor any man else shall ever have it to say that I want gratitude.
Page 140 - As one dead in the bottom of a tomb : Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you : Dry sorrow drinks our blood. — Adieu ! Juliet farewell !— My life !— Jul.