The English Fireside: A Tale of the Past, Band 3Saunders and Otley, 1844 |
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... remain as I am , " said Tom Brainshaw , with a deep , long - fetched sigh , and , with as much politeness as his nature and training would permit , he then bid the squire " a good night . " 66 CHAPTER VI . Is whispering nothing ? Is ...
... remain as I am , " said Tom Brainshaw , with a deep , long - fetched sigh , and , with as much politeness as his nature and training would permit , he then bid the squire " a good night . " 66 CHAPTER VI . Is whispering nothing ? Is ...
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... friends and relations call me - and executioner for the county . " It's no part of my inclination to dim or cloud your lustre , " rejoined the prisoner . " Let me remain quiet , and you'll not find THE ENGLISH FIRESIDE . 115.
... friends and relations call me - and executioner for the county . " It's no part of my inclination to dim or cloud your lustre , " rejoined the prisoner . " Let me remain quiet , and you'll not find THE ENGLISH FIRESIDE . 115.
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... remain a wisitor o ' mine compels me to trust only to my own overseering . " The prisoner made no further remark , but drew the coverlit round him and tried again to compose himself to sleep . And Mr Smutt , nothing loth to avail ...
... remain a wisitor o ' mine compels me to trust only to my own overseering . " The prisoner made no further remark , but drew the coverlit round him and tried again to compose himself to sleep . And Mr Smutt , nothing loth to avail ...
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... remain , and that which I wished to say to you must be deferred to a more fitting opportunity . " " Cannot you tell me now ? " asked Ned . " I know of nothing that I should care about his knowing . " " Its importance consists of its ...
... remain , and that which I wished to say to you must be deferred to a more fitting opportunity . " " Cannot you tell me now ? " asked Ned . " I know of nothing that I should care about his knowing . " " Its importance consists of its ...
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... remain a minute in the same spot , and when I sit down my legs and my arms are flying about like the sails of a windmill . In my bed it's just the same . There I am rolling , tossing , twining , twisting , and always like that cork leg ...
... remain a minute in the same spot , and when I sit down my legs and my arms are flying about like the sails of a windmill . In my bed it's just the same . There I am rolling , tossing , twining , twisting , and always like that cork leg ...
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added Blanch added Carew added the squire aide-de-camp asked Bamfield Carew butler catch a thief chair Charles child continued dear dear boy Edward Sinclair ejaculated endeavour exclaimed eyes father fear feel gamekeeper gaoler gipsies Grace grandad ground hand hangman head heard heart hope interrupted the squire keeper laugh lips listen look Macrone matter Merton Park Ned Swiftfoot never niece observed old lady perhaps poor prisoner PULTENEY STREET rejoined aunt Deborah rejoined Carew rejoined his majesty rejoined Mr Fulton rejoined the king rejoined the squire remarked repeated replied aunt Deborah replied Blanch replied Carew replied Mr Fulton replied Mr Smutt replied Soaking Bob replied the old replied the squire replied Tom Brainshaw returned Blanch returned Carew returned Mr Fulton returned the squire scarcely silence smiling sound Squire Merton stop Swiftfoot There's Thomas Smutt thought tone turned vicar voice whispered wish wisitor words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 200 - Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Seite 69 - I AM the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.
Seite 52 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.
Seite 180 - Murder? Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Seite 110 - Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Seite 215 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 243 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Seite 14 - Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful : Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge, Thrice-noble Titus, spare my first-born son.