The Brothers; Or, The Castle of Niolo: A RomanceW. Emans, 1820 |
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... night as almost insuperable , and too great for a tender female like herself to be exposed to , they therefore , like men in general , inade a merit of performing what in reality coin- cided with their own particular inclination . A ...
... night as almost insuperable , and too great for a tender female like herself to be exposed to , they therefore , like men in general , inade a merit of performing what in reality coin- cided with their own particular inclination . A ...
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... night , and silence reigned in the house . Though fatigued with his journey , Frederic could not sleep ; he felt an indescribable depres- sion on his spirits , and his heart was weighed down by one of those strong presages , which are ...
... night , and silence reigned in the house . Though fatigued with his journey , Frederic could not sleep ; he felt an indescribable depres- sion on his spirits , and his heart was weighed down by one of those strong presages , which are ...
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... night breeze swept by his window , it bore the faint murmurs of a distant waterfall , whose sil- very foam was seen tumbling from rock to rock through the dark foliage , and spread its broad waters in the valley , in the undulations of ...
... night breeze swept by his window , it bore the faint murmurs of a distant waterfall , whose sil- very foam was seen tumbling from rock to rock through the dark foliage , and spread its broad waters in the valley , in the undulations of ...
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... night prevented him from obtaining a view of their features , yet their dress bespoke them to belong to the higher orders of society . From general appearances , Frederic could not doubt that some work of villainy was in agitation , but ...
... night prevented him from obtaining a view of their features , yet their dress bespoke them to belong to the higher orders of society . From general appearances , Frederic could not doubt that some work of villainy was in agitation , but ...
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... cannot see him to - night , " said the monk- " whence came you ? ” 66 " That is of no import , " said the stranger- my name is Leopold Lindamore . " At the name of Lindamore , the monk instantly descended THE CASTLE OF NIOLO . 39.
... cannot see him to - night , " said the monk- " whence came you ? ” 66 " That is of no import , " said the stranger- my name is Leopold Lindamore . " At the name of Lindamore , the monk instantly descended THE CASTLE OF NIOLO . 39.
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