 | 1804 - Страниц: 552
...spinster ! Julia. Melancholy, indeed ! Lydia. How mortifying, to remember the dear delicious shifts ! used to be put to, to gain half a minute's conversation...! He shivering with cold, and I with apprehension ! I024 SHERIDAN.] 1025 And, while the freezing blast numbed our joints, how warmly would he press me... | |
 | 1804 - Страниц: 556
...called spinster ! Julia. Melancholy, indeed ! Lydia. How mortifying, to remember the de»r delicious shifts I used to be put to, to gain half a minute's...night in January, and found him in the garden, stuck lite • dripping statue ! There would he kneel to me in the snow, and snee/o and cough so pathetically... | |
 | 1804 - Страниц: 556
...called spinster ! Julia. Melancholy, indeed ! Lydia. How mortifying, to remember the dear delicious shifts I used to be put to, to gain half a minute's...often have I stole forth, in the coldest night in Jannarv, and found him in the garden, stuck like a dripping statue ! There would he kneel to me in... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - Страниц: 420
...called spinster ! Julia. Melancholy, indeed ! Lydia. How mortifying, to remember the dear, delicious shifts, I used to be put to, to gain half a minute's...and while the freezing blast numbed our joints, how warmly would he press me, to pity his flame, and glow with mutual ardour ! — Ah, Julia, that was... | |
 | Thomas Francklin, Jean-François de La Harpe, Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - Страниц: 416
...called spinster ! Julia. Melancholy, indeed ! l^ydia. How mortifying, to remember the dear, delicious shifts, I used to be put to, to gain half a minute's...and while the freezing blast numbed our joints, how warmly would he press me, to pity his flame, and glow with mutual ardour ! — Ah, Julia, that was... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - Страниц: 432
...called spinster ! Julia. Melancholy, indeed ! Lydia. How mortifying, to remember the dear, delicious shifts, I used to be put to, to gain half a minute's...shivering with cold, and I with apprehension ! and while ihe freezing blast numbed our joints, how warmly would he press me, to pity his flame, and glow with... | |
 | 1810 - Страниц: 542
...spinster! Oh, that I should live, to hear myself called spinster ! Julia. Melancholy, indeed ! cious shifts, I used to be put to, to gain half a minute's...garden, stuck, like a dripping statue ! — There would lie kneel to me in the snow, and sneeze and cough, so pathetically ! he shivering with cold, and I... | |
 | Thomas Dibdin - 1815 - Страниц: 490
...called spinster ! . Julia. Melancholy, indeed ! Lydia, How mortifying, to remember the dear delicious shifts I used to be put to, to gain half a minute's...There would he kneel to me in the snow, and sneeze and congb, so pathetically ! — he shivering with oold, and Iwitb apprehension !— and, while the freezing... | |
 | Richard Brinsley Sheridan - 1821 - Страниц: 428
...called Spinster ! Julia. Melancholy, indeed ! Lydia. How mortifying, to remember the dear delicious shifts I used to be put to, to gain half a minute's...and while the freezing blast numbed our joints, how warmly would he press me to pity his flame, and glow with mutual ardour! — Ah, Julia, that was something... | |
 | Richard Brinsley Sheridan - 1821 - Страниц: 424
...I should live to hear myself called Spinster! Lydia. How mortifying, to remember the dear delicious shifts I used to be put to, to gain half a .minute's...and found him in the garden, stuck like a dripping statue!—There would he kneel to me in the snow, and sneeze and cough so pathetically! he shivering... | |
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How mortifying, to remember the dear delicious shifts I used to be put to, to gain half a minute's conversation with this fellow ! How often have I stole forth, in the coldest night in January, and found him in the garden, stuck like a dripping statue... 
