The Laird of Norlaw: A Scottish Story |
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auld Aunt Jean bairn better Blackadder Blind Harry brother Cameron canna Cassilis child comfort Cosmo Livingstone cried Cosmo cried Joanna dark daur Desirée Desirée's dinna door Edinburgh excitement eyes face fancy father flush French girl governess half hame hand head hear heard heart Huntley Livingstone Huntley's impatience Katie Logan Katie's Kelpie Kirkbride knew laddie lassie Lasswade laugh light little governess looked Madame Roche Mademoiselle Mademoiselle Marie mair mamma manse Marget Mary of Melmar mind minister Moray Place mother mysel never night Norlaw old lady onything Oswald Huntley Ouen papa Patie Patricia pause perhaps poor little pretty rose scarcely She's French sirée smile speak stairs stood strange sudden tears tell tender there's thing thought trouble turned Tyne voice wife window woman wonder word wouldna young
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Page 101 - He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
Page 15 - ... household — remorseful recollections did not trouble him — and, weak as he was, all his life long he had kept tender in his heart a child's faith. He was dying like a Christian, though not even his faith and comfort, nor the great shadow of death which he was meeting, could sublime his last hours out of nature. God does not always make a Christian's death-bed sublime. But he was fast going where there is no longer any weakness, and the calm of the evening rest was on the ending of his life....
Page 59 - ... which might compromise her title, while he alone still fondly believed in her return. A very pretty story, with love, and nothing else, for its theme. Yet, unfortunately, these pretty stories have a dark enough aspect often on the other side; and the Mistress, mortified, silent, indignant, cheated in her own perfect confidence and honest tenderness, when you saw her behind the scenes of the other pretty picture, took a great deal of the beauty out of that first-love and romantic constancy of...
Page 80 - A' this auld machinery of the warld creaks like an auld bellows. There's naething but delusions on every side of ye. Ye canna be clear of a single thing that ye havena conquished for yoursel'." Huntley, who had come out of the languid August afternoon, red in a glow of sunshine and heat, to which the very idea of long labour was alien, which accorded well enough with his own ambitious dreams and thoughts of sudden fortune — could not help feeling somehow as if...