Belgravia, 34 tomasWillmer & Rogers, 1878 |
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... turned it over and over as if it was a cryptogram which she could not decipher ( for , indeed , the art of reading was unknown to her ) , and then running to the foot of the stairs , exclaimed , ' Oh , please , Miss Conway , here is a ...
... turned it over and over as if it was a cryptogram which she could not decipher ( for , indeed , the art of reading was unknown to her ) , and then running to the foot of the stairs , exclaimed , ' Oh , please , Miss Conway , here is a ...
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... turned a chair . ' What is that ? ' exclaimed the widow excitedly . ' Nothing , mamma : Raymond is going away . ' " Why does he not wish me good - bye ? ' said Mrs. Conway in her old fretful manner . And yet , why should he ? Why should ...
... turned a chair . ' What is that ? ' exclaimed the widow excitedly . ' Nothing , mamma : Raymond is going away . ' " Why does he not wish me good - bye ? ' said Mrs. Conway in her old fretful manner . And yet , why should he ? Why should ...
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... turned my Arthur's heart to stone ! ' Raymond could bear the scene no longer , but , having affection- ately embraced the poor lady and pressed Nelly's hand , fled from the house . If he had been alone with the widow his position ...
... turned my Arthur's heart to stone ! ' Raymond could bear the scene no longer , but , having affection- ately embraced the poor lady and pressed Nelly's hand , fled from the house . If he had been alone with the widow his position ...
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... turned to the two ladies . ' Something has gone down that ought to have gone up , ' whis- pered Mrs. Wardlaw to Nelly , or something has gone up that ought to have gone down . They're always doing it , bless ye . ' ' I think we had ...
... turned to the two ladies . ' Something has gone down that ought to have gone up , ' whis- pered Mrs. Wardlaw to Nelly , or something has gone up that ought to have gone down . They're always doing it , bless ye . ' ' I think we had ...
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... turned him into stone ; he stood and stared at the prostrate woman without an effort to assist her , without an attempt to sum- mon others to her assistance , though he was dimly aware of the presence of Hatton on the other side of the ...
... turned him into stone ; he stood and stared at the prostrate woman without an effort to assist her , without an attempt to sum- mon others to her assistance , though he was dimly aware of the presence of Hatton on the other side of the ...
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animals answered Arthur asked aunt barrier reef Bermuda better Brobdingnag Captain Stanwick colour Conway coral coral-polypes coral-reefs curlers dark dear Derwent earth ebony wall eyes face fact Fairway father feel feet felt Ferrara Foraminifera fringing reef girl give hand happy head heard heart honour Hôtel de Rambouillet hour husband Ischia John Fairfax John Maine kind kiss knew l'effrontée Lady Machell land leave lips Lisette living looked mamma Marion marriage married Martian moons matter Milburn miles mind morning mother Muriel nature Nelly never night once Pescara polypes poor present Ralph Pennicuick Raymond reddleman RICHARD DOWLING road seemed seen side Slowcomb Smith speak stood suppose surface talk tell Theodore Hook Thérèse Tietjens thing thought told took turned Varleigh Vittoria Colonna voice walked Wardlaw wife woman words Yeobright young
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192 psl. - Indeed, it is a question if the exclusive reign of this orthodox beauty is not approaching its last quarter. The new Vale of Tempe may be a gaunt waste in Thule : human souls may find themselves in closer and closer harmony with external things wearing a sombreness distasteful to our race when it was young.
192 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...
192 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.
192 psl. - Twilight combined with the scenery of Egdon Heath to evolve a thing majestic without severity, impressive without showiness, emphatic in its admonitions, grand in its simplicity.
393 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.
191 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.
223 psl. - Whose strong embrace holds heaven, and earth, and main: Strive all, of mortal, and immortal birth, To drag, by this, the Thunderer down to earth Ye strive in vain ! If I but stretch this hand, I heave the gods, the ocean, and the land; I fix the chain to great Olympus' height, And the vast world hangs trembling in my sight!
383 psl. - ... moss. They were the mummied heath-bells of the past summer, originally tender and purple, now washed colourless by Michaelmas rains, and dried to dead skins by October suns. So low was an individual sound from these that a combination of hundreds only just emerged from silence, and the myriads of the whole declivity reached the woman's ear but as a shrivelled and intermittent recitative. Yet scarcely a single accent among the many afloat to-night could have such power to impress a listener with...
192 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...
192 psl. - The place became full of a watchful intentness now ; for when other things sank brooding to sleep the heath appeared slowly to awake and listen. 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.