Belgravia, a London magazine, conducted by M.E. Braddon, 34 tomas1878 - 2 psl. |
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... thing to say , my dear . Come , I will give you five - and - twenty guineas for it . ' The honest merchant was really in earnest ; he felt as though in his favourite atmo- sphere of the auction room , and it excited him prodigiously ...
... thing to say , my dear . Come , I will give you five - and - twenty guineas for it . ' The honest merchant was really in earnest ; he felt as though in his favourite atmo- sphere of the auction room , and it excited him prodigiously ...
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... things . Do you suppose , ' she continued with deep feeling , that I do not know why you two are here to - day ? You ... thing infinitely better and dearer - my true friends . I am not so blinded by self - conceit as not to know that I ...
... things . Do you suppose , ' she continued with deep feeling , that I do not know why you two are here to - day ? You ... thing infinitely better and dearer - my true friends . I am not so blinded by self - conceit as not to know that I ...
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... thing else . ' There was very little talk , however , between them ; Mrs. Conway's manner was thoughtful and ... things agitated the poor lady , as small things agitate the rest of us when we are ill and weak and helpless , and rendered ...
... thing else . ' There was very little talk , however , between them ; Mrs. Conway's manner was thoughtful and ... things agitated the poor lady , as small things agitate the rest of us when we are ill and weak and helpless , and rendered ...
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... things to worry over , I tell you . Poetry's always pitying the poor mariner on account of his perils at sea ; better a blamed sight pity him for the nights he can't sleep for thinking of how he had ... thing that can 52 SOME RANDOM NOTES OF.
... things to worry over , I tell you . Poetry's always pitying the poor mariner on account of his perils at sea ; better a blamed sight pity him for the nights he can't sleep for thinking of how he had ... thing that can 52 SOME RANDOM NOTES OF.
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Belgravia Mary Elizabeth Braddon. trouble and death . If there's one thing that can make me madder than another , it's this sappy , damned maritime poetry ! ' Captain Brace was a patient , gentle , seldom - speaking man , with a pathetic ...
Belgravia Mary Elizabeth Braddon. trouble and death . If there's one thing that can make me madder than another , it's this sappy , damned maritime poetry ! ' Captain Brace was a patient , gentle , seldom - speaking man , with a pathetic ...
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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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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...