The English Fireside: A Tale of the Past, Volume 2Saunders and Otley, 1844 |
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... passed since the cause of his unexpected and desperate introduction to the vicar and his family , and , although a constant visitor at the house , and companion in their frequent walks , Grace had no suspicion of having met him in the ...
... passed since the cause of his unexpected and desperate introduction to the vicar and his family , and , although a constant visitor at the house , and companion in their frequent walks , Grace had no suspicion of having met him in the ...
Page 39
... passed without a mutual exhibition of a decided- to use the mildest term - intimacy . But what of this ? " " I yesterday , ” replied Charles , colouring deeply , " while walking with her in the park , yielded to an uncontrollable ...
... passed without a mutual exhibition of a decided- to use the mildest term - intimacy . But what of this ? " " I yesterday , ” replied Charles , colouring deeply , " while walking with her in the park , yielded to an uncontrollable ...
Page 51
... passed through his brain , and a filmy web seemed to pass over his eyes . He even reeled with mingled sensations as he saw with some lingering distrust as to the accuracy of his vision— the now unmistakable , although altered , Ned ...
... passed through his brain , and a filmy web seemed to pass over his eyes . He even reeled with mingled sensations as he saw with some lingering distrust as to the accuracy of his vision— the now unmistakable , although altered , Ned ...
Page 134
... passed in that place of gloom , heavily chained and ironed , and except the gaoler's occasional visits - alone . The hours , too , seemed to drag their slow length along as if time had Nothing 134 THE ENGLISH FIRESIDE .
... passed in that place of gloom , heavily chained and ironed , and except the gaoler's occasional visits - alone . The hours , too , seemed to drag their slow length along as if time had Nothing 134 THE ENGLISH FIRESIDE .
Page 141
... passed through his brain , and seemed to blear his eyesight , while every limb and nerve shook and trembled , and his blood curdled as if suddenly ex- posed to a frigid blast from the winter's wind . " It is me , " repeated Grace . you ...
... passed through his brain , and seemed to blear his eyesight , while every limb and nerve shook and trembled , and his blood curdled as if suddenly ex- posed to a frigid blast from the winter's wind . " It is me , " repeated Grace . you ...
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arms asked Bamfield Carew beau ideal black spade blacksmith Brainshaw burst catcher cell cheek clasping companion continued dear boy ejaculated Ellen endeavouring escape exclaimed aunt Deborah eyes father fear feel fingers gaoler gipsies give head hear heard heart hope Jack Slimmer king laughing lips listen looking Macrone majesty Master Kidlywink Ned Swiftfoot Ned's mother never observed old Soaker poor Mary port wine pray quickly rejoined Blanch rejoined Grace rejoined Mr Fulton rejoined the prisoner remarked repeated replied aunt Deborah replied Blanch replied Carew replied Charles replied Grace replied Mr Fulton replied Ned replied the ratcatcher returned Blanch returned Grace returned Mr Fulton returned the ratcatcher Ringwood Robert Fulton round scarcely seemed silent tongue Soaking Bob speak squire stood stranger strong Swiftfoot thought tinued Tom Brainshaw tone tongue truth turning vicar vicarage voice whisper words
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Page 27 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Page 257 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
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Page 128 - Men will wrangle for religion; write for it, fight for it; die for it; anything but live for it.
Page 160 - Kidlywink's progress in his work, the ratcatcher rose softly from his seat, and, unobserved, crept towards a heap of old iron in a dark corner of the shop.