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Miss AMoRY's PARTNERs MonseignEUR s'AMUSE . A WISIT of Polite.NEss IN
SHEPHERD's INN . IN or NEAR THE TEMPLE GARDEN. THE HAPPY WILLAGE
AGAIN . WHICH HAD very NEARLY BEEN THE LAst of THE STORY . rage 282 ...
Miss AMoRY's PARTNERs MonseignEUR s'AMUSE . A WISIT of Polite.NEss IN
SHEPHERD's INN . IN or NEAR THE TEMPLE GARDEN. THE HAPPY WILLAGE
AGAIN . WHICH HAD very NEARLY BEEN THE LAst of THE STORY . rage 282 ...
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Her ton is far better than that of the little pert Miss Amory, who is dancing opposite
to her. Miss Blanche was, indeed, the vis-à-vis of Miss Laura, and smiled most
killingly upon her dearest friend, and nodded to her, and talked to her, when they
...
Her ton is far better than that of the little pert Miss Amory, who is dancing opposite
to her. Miss Blanche was, indeed, the vis-à-vis of Miss Laura, and smiled most
killingly upon her dearest friend, and nodded to her, and talked to her, when they
...
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Amory, who was splendid in diamonds, velvet, lace, feathers, and all sorts of
millinery and goldsmith's Ware. ... “I like you much better than the French girl” (for
this young gentleman had been dancing with Miss Amory before), he candidly
said ...
Amory, who was splendid in diamonds, velvet, lace, feathers, and all sorts of
millinery and goldsmith's Ware. ... “I like you much better than the French girl” (for
this young gentleman had been dancing with Miss Amory before), he candidly
said ...
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So, in the waltz as in the quadrille, Miss Blanche saw that her dear friend Laura
had the honors of the dance, and was by no ... “You are very unkind and cruel
and sulky and naughty,” said Miss Amory, with another shrug of the shoulders.
So, in the waltz as in the quadrille, Miss Blanche saw that her dear friend Laura
had the honors of the dance, and was by no ... “You are very unkind and cruel
and sulky and naughty,” said Miss Amory, with another shrug of the shoulders.
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William Makepeace Thackeray. whom Pynsent made a sort of bow, appearing to
be not much more graceful than that domestic instrument to which Miss Amory
compared him. But Laura's face was full of kindness. “I am so glad you have
come, ...
William Makepeace Thackeray. whom Pynsent made a sort of bow, appearing to
be not much more graceful than that domestic instrument to which Miss Amory
compared him. But Laura's face was full of kindness. “I am so glad you have
come, ...
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acquaintance appearance Arthur asked began better Blanche Bolton Bows Bungay called Captain carriage chambers Clavering Colonel coming conversation course Court cried dance daughter deal dear delighted dinner door entered eyes face Fanny fellow Foker gave gentleman girl give hand happy Harry head heard heart honor kind knew Lady Lady Clavering laugh Laura live London looked Lord Major mamma manner means mind Miss Amory morning mother never night novel once Pall Mall party passed Pen's Pendennis perhaps person play pleasure poor present pretty remember round seen Shandon side Sir Francis society sort speak Street Strong sure talk tell Temple thing thought told took turned uncle voice walked Warrington wish woman wonder young
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Seite 93 - Kneel undisturbed, fair saint! Pour out your praise or plaint Meekly and duly; I will not enter there, To sully your pure prayer With thoughts unruly.
Seite 76 - ... dressed, and (must it be owned ?) somewhat dirty — were here smoking and drinking, and vociferously applauding the songs ; young University bucks were to be found here, too, with that indescribable genteel simper which is only learned at the knees of Alma Mater ; and handsome young guardsmen, and florid bucks from the St. James's-street Clubs ; nay, senators, English and Irish ; and even members of the House of Peers. The bass singer had made an immense hit with his song of " The Body Snatcher,"...
Seite 93 - ALTHOUGH I enter not, Yet round about the spot Ofttimes I hover ; And near the sacred gate, With longing eyes I wait, Expectant of her. The Minster bell tolls out Above the city's rout, And noise and humming : They've hush'd the Minster bell : The organ 'gins to swell : She's coming, she's coming...