 | 1824 - 984 pages
...after midnight, frantic with rage at some imaginary insult which I hod received. My servant endeavoured to speak to me as I entered the house, but I repulsed...I heard a low voice speaking earnestly at the door entreating to be admitted. — The voice was that of my father's old and favourite servant. I opened... | |
 | 1824 - 706 pages
...after midnight, frantic with rage at some imaginary insult which I had received. My servant endeavoured to speak to me as I entered the house, but I repulsed...I heard a low voice speaking earnestly at the door entreating to be admitted. The voice was that of my father's old and favourite servant. I opened the... | |
 | Human heart - 1824 - 398 pages
...after midnight, frantic with rage at some imaginary insult which I had received. My servant endeavoured to speak to me as I entered the house, but I repulsed...started up and paced the room : the pen was again in jny hand, when I heard a low voice speaking •earnestly at the door, entreating to be admitted. The... | |
 | English fiction - 1835 - 356 pages
...AND HEIR;— A STORY FOR THE IRASCIBLE. MY youth was passed in the thoughtless and extravagant gayety of the French court. My temper was always violent...heard a low, voice speaking earnestly at the door, entreating to be admitted. The voice was that of my father's old and favorite servant. I opened the... | |
 | Ethan Allen Andrews - American prose literature - 1844 - 356 pages
...AND HEIR;—A STORY FOR THE IRASCIBLE. MY youth was passed in the thoughtless and extravagant gayety of the French court. My temper was always violent;...heard a low voice speaking earnestly at the door, entreating to be admitted. The voice was that of my father's old and favorite servant. I opened the... | |
 | 1845 - 440 pages
...frantic with rage at some imaginary insult which I lad received. My servant endeavoured to speak to me as entered the house, but I repulsed him violently, and...rushed up to my room. I locked the door, and sat down nstantly to write a challenge. My hand trembled so nuch that it would not hold the pen ; I started... | |
 | English literature - 1845 - 864 pages
...frantic with rage at some imaginary insult which I iad received. My sen-ant endeavoured to speak to me as entered the house, but I repulsed him violently, and...rushed up to my room. I locked the door, and sat down nstantly to write a challenge. My hand trembled •« much that it would not hold the pen ; I started... | |
 | English literature - 1853 - 346 pages
...AND HEIR;— A STORY FOR THE IRASCIBLE. Mv youth was passed in the thoughtless and extravagant gayety of the French court. My temper was always violent;...heard a low voice speaking earnestly at the door, entreating to be adirtitted. The voice was that of my father's old and favorite servant. I opened the... | |
 | Charles Benjamin Tayler - English fiction - 1855 - 340 pages
...after midnight, frantic with rage at some imaginary insult which I had received. My servant endeavoured to speak to me as I entered the house, but I repulsed...pen was again in my hand, when I heard a low voice sp. aking earnestly at the door, entreating to be admitted. The voice was that of my father's old and... | |
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My servant endeavored to speak to me as I entered the house; but I repulsed him violently, and rushed up to my room. I locked the door, and sat down instantly to write a challenge. My hand trembled so much that it would not hold the pen : I started up... 