The Heiress of HaddonC.F. Wardley, 1889 - 198 pages |
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... as the jovial baron looked round the table at the feast of the previous evening , he declared that a better company could not be found in all the land . The scene as they started out was animated in the THE HEIRESS OF HADDON . 5 CT.
... as the jovial baron looked round the table at the feast of the previous evening , he declared that a better company could not be found in all the land . The scene as they started out was animated in the THE HEIRESS OF HADDON . 5 CT.
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... better than this , why then he is welcome to it , " said Sir George , as with his coat sleeve he wiped away the perspiration which was streaming down his face . " Tis a fine sport , this , Master Manners , " he added , and the old baron ...
... better than this , why then he is welcome to it , " said Sir George , as with his coat sleeve he wiped away the perspiration which was streaming down his face . " Tis a fine sport , this , Master Manners , " he added , and the old baron ...
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... better take next . There was absolutely no clue , yet the baron was determined not only to discover the culprit , but to make such an example of him as should effectually deter a repetition of such a crime in the neighbourhood of Haddon ...
... better take next . There was absolutely no clue , yet the baron was determined not only to discover the culprit , but to make such an example of him as should effectually deter a repetition of such a crime in the neighbourhood of Haddon ...
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... better , eh ? " " A little stiff about the joints , mine host , " he replied , " for which I have thee to thank . " 66 66 Tush , man , don't mention it , " laughingly returned the baron . " There's no question of thanks betwixt me and ...
... better , eh ? " " A little stiff about the joints , mine host , " he replied , " for which I have thee to thank . " 66 66 Tush , man , don't mention it , " laughingly returned the baron . " There's no question of thanks betwixt me and ...
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William Elliott Doubleday. and we had better make some sort of inquiry , " suggested the more cautious Stanley ; " for thou hast many jealous enemies , Sir George , who would gladly score a triumph over thee an they had but half a chance ...
William Elliott Doubleday. and we had better make some sort of inquiry , " suggested the more cautious Stanley ; " for thou hast many jealous enemies , Sir George , who would gladly score a triumph over thee an they had but half a chance ...
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Page 186 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! — "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 96 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view. From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Page 54 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped; But 'scaped in vain, for in their memory yet His mind would half exult and half regret...
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Page 191 - And in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand with her heart in it, to Francesco. Great was the joy ; but at the bridal feast When all sat down, the bride was wanting there, Nor was she to be found ! Her father cried " "Tis but to make a trial of our love ! " And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread.
Page 3 - When two are stripped, long ere the course begin We wish that one should lose, the other win. And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots like in each respect. The reason no man knows; let it suffice What we behold is censured by our eyes. Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
Page 191 - Tis but to make a trial of our love !" And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back and flying still, Her ivory -tooth imprinted on his finger.
Page 101 - COME not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest: Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest.
Page 73 - SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE. A FACE that should content me wondrous well, Should not be fair, but lovely to behold ; Of lively look, all grief for to repel ; With right good grace, so would I that it should Speak without word, such words as none can tell...
Page 113 - Ah ! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite. Yet even now it is good to think, While my few poor varlets grumble and drink In my desolate hall, where the fires sink,— Ah ! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.