Lucinda Osburn: A Novel ...Whitestone, Byrne, Lewis, Jones, Halpen., 1787 |
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abfolutely Adieu affectionate affured Afton alfo amiable anfwer aſk believe bluſh caufe confefs confolation creature cried dear Lucinda dear Madam dear Mifs Selwyn dear mother diftrefs doubt endeavour expreffion fafely faid fame father fear feen fenfe fenfible fent fentiments fhall fhould fifter filly fince fincerely firft fituation flatter myſelf fome fomething foon fpirits ftill ftory fubject fuch fuffer fuppofe fure give hand happineſs happy heart Heaven herſelf himſelf hopes James JAMES CROFTS juſt kindly Lady Ofmond Lady Selwyn Ladyfhip laft laſt leaſt lefs LETTER look Lord Leinster Lord Ofmond Lordship lovely LUCINDA OSBURN moft moſt muft muſt never occafion paffion perfon perfuaded pleafing pleaſe your Honour pleaſure poffible poor Lucinda prefent prefume promiſe purpoſe reafon ſhall ſhe Sir Harry ſtill tell thefe theſe thing thofe thoſe thought thouſand truft truſt wifh wiſh worfe your's yourſelf
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Page 214 - Heaven denies me the confolation of yourfelf to fupport my fpirits in this trying hour, fhall fupply your loved place." She took it from its cafe, with a locket, in which was fome of her mother's hair, mixed ,-with fome of her father's.^ a ring too of...
Page 216 - Forgive me, my Lord, for having fo long delayed to acquaint you with the truth; I referved it till after I had given you my hand; flattering myfelf, revealing it then would be an Agreeable furprife, not only to you, but feme other of my kind friends:—it was not, my Lord —bis name was Afton. Overpowered with...
Page 215 - I never faw her fo awkward.—Every one fmiled at this fally, and faw my motive ;— I wifhed to break the formality of the fcene :—- But ah!
Page 214 - I think; come, produce him, child ; as he fhall pofitively go on : fince we cannot have him with us on this joyous occafion, I am determined his refemblance feall be of the party; fo get up and fetch it.
Page 215 - For God's fake ! tell me, my beloved creature, where you got this picture !" with fuch emotions, that his voice faultered as he fpoke, and his colour changed at every word.
Page 215 - Tent for us already. She was ftill fiddling about them, when we entered the drawing-room, glad of any employment I believe as an excufe for for not looking at the company : Lord Lcinfter flew to lead her to a feat.
Page 216 - Afton, Afton!" exclaimed he, clafping the dear terrified creature to his heart; " great God of heaven and .earth, what do I bear! do I then live to hold thee, thus, my darling child! my dear, my long loft, my long lamented daughter!
Page 216 - Your father! exclaimed his Lordfhip, raifing his eyes to heaven, and clafpmg his hands with the utmoft aftonifhment in bis countenance :—" Your -father !" fakl he, again and again, feizing her hand, and fixing his eyes upon it...
Page 214 - What now, my dear !—?— did .you thenfimpjy imagine the hours were to' lland ftill to-day ?— My life for it, my Lord is .at this moment chiding them for the flownsfs of their motions.-— Come, come, every foul is waiting for us, and have been this hour.