Fanny Hervey; or, The mother's choice [by mrs. Stirling].Chapman and Hall, 1849 |
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able Admiral affair affection affectionate agitation answered anxiety Arabella archery asked Beckford believe Belton better Cecil certainly Charles charming Colonel Vernon cried Curzon Street dear Fanny dear Jane dearest deeply delightful Delverly's doubt dreadful Edinburgh Edmund entirely excited eyes face father favour fear feelings felt gentle give glance gone Halesworth hand happiness hear heard heart hope hour immediately interest kind Lady Anne Lady Emily Lady Mary laughing leave listen look Lord Delverly Marian mind Miss Hervey morning mother natural never once Ormsby Cottin Ormsby Lodge overmastered painful pale party passed passion pleasure poor Fanny's possible recollection Robert Smith Rushbrook scarcely Scotland seemed seen Sir Robert sisters smile soon spirits suffering suppose sure sweet talk tears tell thought tone town Travers unhappy usual utter voice walk Westwood Park Whitcombe whole wish word
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