The Matchmaker: A Novel, Том 2Colburn, 1842 |
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... faint and nervous . " Ruth had just opened the street - door for Ellen to go out , when she drew back , utter- ing a faint scream , and sunk almost fainting on a seat . " What is it ? " asked Ellen , pale with terror . " Mr. Julian ...
... faint and nervous . " Ruth had just opened the street - door for Ellen to go out , when she drew back , utter- ing a faint scream , and sunk almost fainting on a seat . " What is it ? " asked Ellen , pale with terror . " Mr. Julian ...
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... fainted ; but , mastering both propen- sities with the strong fortitude of a devoted woman , she drew aside for the litter to enter the hall , and , going up to De Villeneuve , while her white and trembling lips could scarcely form the ...
... fainted ; but , mastering both propen- sities with the strong fortitude of a devoted woman , she drew aside for the litter to enter the hall , and , going up to De Villeneuve , while her white and trembling lips could scarcely form the ...
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... faint . Jobb was an extremely clever operator , and a shrewd man ; in a moment he guessed the whole affair a duel ... fainted away . Ellen silently held his hand , silently strove to recall him to life , bathed his forehead and his palms ...
... faint . Jobb was an extremely clever operator , and a shrewd man ; in a moment he guessed the whole affair a duel ... fainted away . Ellen silently held his hand , silently strove to recall him to life , bathed his forehead and his palms ...
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... cousin was in good hands ; but his own valet and my uncle's are ready to assist you to remove him into the bed - room ; and now I will leave you till he is in bed , and then , " 66 she said , with a faint smile , like 84 THE MATCHMAKER .
... cousin was in good hands ; but his own valet and my uncle's are ready to assist you to remove him into the bed - room ; and now I will leave you till he is in bed , and then , " 66 she said , with a faint smile , like 84 THE MATCHMAKER .
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A Novel Mrs. Gordon Smythies. 66 she said , with a faint smile , like sunshine on a snowdrop , while the large tears stole down her cheeks , as I have redeemed my pledge , and , at any rate , done no harm , perhaps , Mr. Jobb , you will ...
A Novel Mrs. Gordon Smythies. 66 she said , with a faint smile , like sunshine on a snowdrop , while the large tears stole down her cheeks , as I have redeemed my pledge , and , at any rate , done no harm , perhaps , Mr. Jobb , you will ...
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Стр. 190 - Through the perils of chance, and the scowl of disdain, May thy front be unaltered, thy courage elate; Yea! even the name I have worshipped in vain Shall awake not the sigh of remembrance again, To bear is to conquer our fate THE LAST MAN.
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