Belgravia, a London magazine, conducted by M.E. Braddon, 34 tomas1878 - 2 psl. |
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... Perhaps , ' said Nelly hesitatingly , there may be a letter , or something , in dear papa's travelling desk ; I know he took it with him wherever it was possible . ' She looked inquiringly at Raymond , so that he was obliged to speak ...
... Perhaps , ' said Nelly hesitatingly , there may be a letter , or something , in dear papa's travelling desk ; I know he took it with him wherever it was possible . ' She looked inquiringly at Raymond , so that he was obliged to speak ...
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... perhaps ; but that is all over now . She murmured some- thing to herself that sounded like the night cometh , the night cometh , ' and Raymond noted for the first time how old and ill she looked . He was fond of you , Ray , when you ...
... perhaps ; but that is all over now . She murmured some- thing to herself that sounded like the night cometh , the night cometh , ' and Raymond noted for the first time how old and ill she looked . He was fond of you , Ray , when you ...
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... perhaps that her husband had been run down ' enough . ' He's got an eye in his head . ' Which was true enough , although he could not have put an ' h ' before the latter to save his life . ' Oh , ho ! so these are the shadovers are they ...
... perhaps that her husband had been run down ' enough . ' He's got an eye in his head . ' Which was true enough , although he could not have put an ' h ' before the latter to save his life . ' Oh , ho ! so these are the shadovers are they ...
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... perhaps to take a copy of it for somebody else ; what he calls a " replica " ; if it was in any other line of business than the Fine Arts , I should call it a fraud . Hullo , what's the matter ? ' It was the little maid with a telegram ...
... perhaps to take a copy of it for somebody else ; what he calls a " replica " ; if it was in any other line of business than the Fine Arts , I should call it a fraud . Hullo , what's the matter ? ' It was the little maid with a telegram ...
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... perhaps , if it were apoplexy , to raise her head , but he let it lie ( the purple face staring upwards with apathetic eyes ) ; not that he wished to kill her ( though he wished her dead ) , but simply that none should say he had had ...
... perhaps , if it were apoplexy , to raise her head , but he let it lie ( the purple face staring upwards with apathetic eyes ) ; not that he wished to kill her ( though he wished her dead ) , but simply that none should say he had had ...
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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...
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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.
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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.
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