To the bitter end, by the author of 'Lady Audley's secret'. |
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... woman to take mankind by storm under any circumstances , but fair and lovable not- withstanding ; a figure very pleasant to watch flit- ting about house or garden , tall and slender like the lilies in the long borders , and with a ...
... woman to take mankind by storm under any circumstances , but fair and lovable not- withstanding ; a figure very pleasant to watch flit- ting about house or garden , tall and slender like the lilies in the long borders , and with a ...
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... haired Grace ; a beautified resemblance of the one only woman he had ever loved , his pure , simple- hearted , country - bred wife , untimely reft from him by an appallingly - sudden death twelve years ago . TO THE BITTER END . 5.
... haired Grace ; a beautified resemblance of the one only woman he had ever loved , his pure , simple- hearted , country - bred wife , untimely reft from him by an appallingly - sudden death twelve years ago . TO THE BITTER END . 5.
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... , as if she had been something so very far be- neath him . The stranger made his own little fancy picture of the farmer's daughter - a blowsy fat - faced young woman , with red cheeks , and perhaps freckles , TO THE BITTER END . 43.
... , as if she had been something so very far be- neath him . The stranger made his own little fancy picture of the farmer's daughter - a blowsy fat - faced young woman , with red cheeks , and perhaps freckles , TO THE BITTER END . 43.
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Mary Elizabeth Braddon. woman , with red cheeks , and perhaps freckles , dressed like a caricature of London fashion . ' She plays the piano , I suppose — your niece ? ' he said languidly , when he had declined the rasp- berry - tart and ...
Mary Elizabeth Braddon. woman , with red cheeks , and perhaps freckles , dressed like a caricature of London fashion . ' She plays the piano , I suppose — your niece ? ' he said languidly , when he had declined the rasp- berry - tart and ...
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... woman's head , and that great knot of glorious hair , one might imagine her pretty . ' One did imagine her pretty ; or at least one was curiously eager to discover the fact . When the ser- mon was over , Mr. Walgrave contrived his ...
... woman's head , and that great knot of glorious hair , one might imagine her pretty . ' One did imagine her pretty ; or at least one was curiously eager to discover the fact . When the ser- mon was over , Mr. Walgrave contrived his ...
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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.