Pride and Irresolution: A New Series of The Discipline of Life, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1850 |
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... appears to rest on the head of any human being , we must believe that although the reasons for such a destiny are to us dark and incomprehensible , yet that it is guided by the same wisdom and 4 PRIDE AND IRRESOLUTION .
... appears to rest on the head of any human being , we must believe that although the reasons for such a destiny are to us dark and incomprehensible , yet that it is guided by the same wisdom and 4 PRIDE AND IRRESOLUTION .
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... dark , but without any peculiar beauty of size or bril- liancy , and beneath the under - lid of each there was that deep , black mark , which speaks so painfully of weakness and ill health . And yet there was something in the appear ...
... dark , but without any peculiar beauty of size or bril- liancy , and beneath the under - lid of each there was that deep , black mark , which speaks so painfully of weakness and ill health . And yet there was something in the appear ...
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... of pleasure , stroked her dark hair with his small , wasted hand . It was at this moment that I came in from the garden , at the open trellised window . The little girl raised her head , and her eyes — 20 PRIDE AND IRRESOLUTION .
... of pleasure , stroked her dark hair with his small , wasted hand . It was at this moment that I came in from the garden , at the open trellised window . The little girl raised her head , and her eyes — 20 PRIDE AND IRRESOLUTION .
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... dark eyes were not large , or lustrous , or brilliant ; her features had no regularity of form ; her skin was pale , too pale . There was something quakerlike in the simplicity of her dress , and in the plain braids of her dark hair ...
... dark eyes were not large , or lustrous , or brilliant ; her features had no regularity of form ; her skin was pale , too pale . There was something quakerlike in the simplicity of her dress , and in the plain braids of her dark hair ...
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... dark eyes . " I have told you , my child , that it was your grandfather's wish that the two properties should be again united . Do you see how it can be accomplished ? " " Mamma , you do not think I wish to be an heiress , " she said ...
... dark eyes . " I have told you , my child , that it was your grandfather's wish that the two properties should be again united . Do you see how it can be accomplished ? " " Mamma , you do not think I wish to be an heiress , " she said ...
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