Hesitation, Or, To Marry, Or Not to Marry?, Volume 2W. B. Gilley, 1819 - English fiction |
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... breathing with difficulty . I remember her a very lovely , amiable , highly accomplished woman --- the affectionate friend and constant companion of Miss Argyle , " said Lord Montague , sighing audibly ; 66 the time I spent at Mr ...
... breathing with difficulty . I remember her a very lovely , amiable , highly accomplished woman --- the affectionate friend and constant companion of Miss Argyle , " said Lord Montague , sighing audibly ; 66 the time I spent at Mr ...
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... breathing into these frigid , deliberate English , a portion of a Frenchman's fire --- a Frenchman's genius ! " " Frigid indeed , if a long residence amongst your countrymen cannot dissolve that frigi- dity ! " said Lord Montague : " we ...
... breathing into these frigid , deliberate English , a portion of a Frenchman's fire --- a Frenchman's genius ! " " Frigid indeed , if a long residence amongst your countrymen cannot dissolve that frigi- dity ! " said Lord Montague : " we ...
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... breathing melody of the groves , and to contemplate the smiling face of nature . Unmindful of the important crisis which agi- tated all Europe , each happy peasant cultiva- ted the fertile earth , chanting some favourite na- tional air ...
... breathing melody of the groves , and to contemplate the smiling face of nature . Unmindful of the important crisis which agi- tated all Europe , each happy peasant cultiva- ted the fertile earth , chanting some favourite na- tional air ...
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... breathing around her than ever - she had acquired the very complexion of enthusiasm , with that fulness , that splendour , that soul - beaming expression of countenance , which finds instant way into the heart , and is never to be ...
... breathing around her than ever - she had acquired the very complexion of enthusiasm , with that fulness , that splendour , that soul - beaming expression of countenance , which finds instant way into the heart , and is never to be ...
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... breathing al- most ceased , then in an instant became even audible ; he paid her the salutations of the morning in the words of a courtier , but his manner , his look , were those of a lover . He presented the branch to her almost ...
... breathing al- most ceased , then in an instant became even audible ; he paid her the salutations of the morning in the words of a courtier , but his manner , his look , were those of a lover . He presented the branch to her almost ...
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admire adoration affected agitation agony Anne de Burgh appeared assure beauty believe Bishop bliss bloom breathed CHAP character Chateau-vieux continually conviction countenance Countess cypher dæmon dandy dare dear dear Jane Deist delightful Duke Earl of Montague elevate engaged exclaimed existence favour fear feeling Flash friendship gaze gentleman Grace Grosvenor hand happiness heart heaven honour hope idea imagine instant Isadora Lady Anne Lady Augusta Lady Clervaux Lady Jane Lorn ladyship laugh learned friend letter looked Lord Montague Lord Percival Lorn lordship madam married melancholy ment mind misery Miss Argyle Monsieur Montague's morning Nabob Napoleon nature ness never object observed once passion perhaps pity pleasure present racter rapture received render replied Salvator Rosa scarcely scene sentiment sighed Sir Thomas Clervaux smile soul suffer suppose Surrey tague talents thing thou tion triumph turally voice whilst woman
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Page 241 - For there is no remembrance of the wise more than of the fool for ever; seeing that which now is in the days to come shall all the forgotten. And how dieth the wise man? as the fool.