Belgravia, a London magazine, conducted by M.E. Braddon, 34 tomas1878 - 2 psl. |
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... believe even for a moment that he was referring to his suit . • What he wishes to do the only service he can now do for his dead friend— is to protect his dear ones ; he cannot control fate , but he can mitigate its harshness . You must ...
... believe even for a moment that he was referring to his suit . • What he wishes to do the only service he can now do for his dead friend— is to protect his dear ones ; he cannot control fate , but he can mitigate its harshness . You must ...
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... believe nothing has been left behind of your poor husband's property . His own servant , who was deeply attached to him , assisted by my father himself , undertook- What does your father say ? ' The interruption was not violent , though ...
... believe nothing has been left behind of your poor husband's property . His own servant , who was deeply attached to him , assisted by my father himself , undertook- What does your father say ? ' The interruption was not violent , though ...
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... believe him capable of anything ; but , as Raymond used to quote from the classics when we remonstrated with him for crossing Hyde Park so late at night in the garotting times , " he who has empty pockets can afford to laugh at the foot ...
... believe him capable of anything ; but , as Raymond used to quote from the classics when we remonstrated with him for crossing Hyde Park so late at night in the garotting times , " he who has empty pockets can afford to laugh at the foot ...
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... believe it was in the man to tell such a tale . If you can talk like that , John - with such hypocrisy and deceit — why , how do I know that it is business takes you up to town so regular , as you say , and sometimes until the small ...
... believe it was in the man to tell such a tale . If you can talk like that , John - with such hypocrisy and deceit — why , how do I know that it is business takes you up to town so regular , as you say , and sometimes until the small ...
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... believe , Nelly . The shortest time , it is said , is sufficient for man to reconcile himself with his Maker . I read a verse once over some one's grave : - Between the stirrup and the ground Mercy I sought , mercy I found ; and surely ...
... believe , Nelly . The shortest time , it is said , is sufficient for man to reconcile himself with his Maker . I read a verse once over some one's grave : - Between the stirrup and the ground Mercy I sought , mercy I found ; and surely ...
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256 psl. - Men have oftener suffered from the mockery of a place too smiling for their reason than from the oppression of surroundings oversadly tinged. Haggard Egdon appealed to a subtler and scarcer instinct, to a more recently learnt emotion, than that which responds to the sort of beauty called charming and fair.
258 psl. - To recline on a stump of thorn in the central valley of Egdon, between afternoon and night, as now, where the eye could reach nothing of the world outside the summits and shoulders of heathland which filled the whole circumference of its glance...
256 psl. - Every night its Titanic form seemed to await something; but it had waited thus, unmoved, during so many centuries, through the crises of so many things, that it could only be imagined to await one last crisis — the final overthrow.
501 psl. - It was felt at once that that mouth did not come over from Sleswig with a band of Saxon pirates whose lips met like the two halves of a muffin. One had fancied that such lip-curves were mostly lurking underground in the South as fragments of forgotten marbles. So fine were the lines of her lips that, though full, each corner of her mouth was as clearly cut as the point of a spear.
503 psl. - She hated the change; she felt like one banished; but here she was forced to abide. Thus it happened that in Eustacia's brain were juxtaposed the strangest assortment of ideas, from old time and from new. There was no middle distance in her perspective- romantic recollections of sunny afternoons on an esplanade, with military bands, officers and gallants around, stood like gilded uncials upon the dark tablet of surrounding Egdon.
255 psl. - A SATURDAY afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment. Overhead the hollow stretch of whitish cloud shutting out the sky was as a tent which had the whole heath for its floor.
283 psl. - The grief had been there so shortly as to have abstracted nothing of the bloom: it had as yet but given a dignity to what it might eventually undermine. The scarlet of her lips had not had time to abate, and just now it appeared still more intense by the absence of the neighbouring and more transient colour of her cheek. The lips frequently parted, with a murmur of words. She seemed to belong rightly to a madrigal - to require viewing through rhyme and harmony.
263 psl. - The form was so much like an organic part of the entire motionless structure that to see it move would have impressed the mind as a strange phenomenon, Immobility being the chief characteristic of that whole which the person formed portion of, the discontinuance of immobility in any quarter suggested confusion. Yet that is what happened. The figure perceptibly gave up its fixity, shifted a step or two, and turned round.
502 psl. - Egdon was her Hades, and since coming there she had imbibed much of what was dark in its tone, though inwardly and eternally unreconciled thereto. Her appearance accorded well with this smouldering rebelliousness, and the shady splendour of her beauty was the real surface of the sad and stifled warmth within her.
257 psl. - It was at present a place perfectly accordant with man's nature — neither ghastly, hateful, nor ugly; neither commonplace, unmeaning, nor tame; but, like man, slighted and enduring; and withal singularly colossal and mysterious in its swarthy monotony. As with some persons who have long lived apart, solitude seemed to look out of its countenance. It had a lonely face, suggesting tragical possibilities. This obscure, obsolete, superseded country figures in Domesday. Its condition is recorded therein...