Checkmate, Volume 2Hurst and Blackett, 1871 |
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... returned . In the same vague intoxication of poetry and romance , he paused and looked round again , and sighed . The trunk of a great tree overthrown in the last year's autumnal gales , with some of its boughs lopped off , lay on the ...
... returned . In the same vague intoxication of poetry and romance , he paused and looked round again , and sighed . The trunk of a great tree overthrown in the last year's autumnal gales , with some of its boughs lopped off , lay on the ...
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... returned with an allegoric melancholy to his mind . With a sigh and a smile he continued— " Childe Waylin fell in love with a phantom lady , and walked day and night along the fells -people thought in solitude , really lured on by the ...
... returned with an allegoric melancholy to his mind . With a sigh and a smile he continued— " Childe Waylin fell in love with a phantom lady , and walked day and night along the fells -people thought in solitude , really lured on by the ...
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... this interview . The door opened , and Sir Reginald entered , limping a little , for his gout had returned slightly . He was leaning on a stick . His thin , dark face and prominent eyes looked angry , and he CHECKMATE . 43.
... this interview . The door opened , and Sir Reginald entered , limping a little , for his gout had returned slightly . He was leaning on a stick . His thin , dark face and prominent eyes looked angry , and he CHECKMATE . 43.
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... returning ; and as she reach- ed the door , overclustered with roses , it opened , and Mr. Longcluse stood in the shadow before her . Miss Arden , thus surprised in the midst of thoughts which at that moment happened to be employed ...
... returning ; and as she reach- ed the door , overclustered with roses , it opened , and Mr. Longcluse stood in the shadow before her . Miss Arden , thus surprised in the midst of thoughts which at that moment happened to be employed ...
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... this , and what tell me is so much worse , so mean , so utter- you ly intolerable ! " " Oh ! There's worse than that , " said Rich- ard , with a faint sinister smile . VOL . II . G “ What ? ” said she , returning it with CHECKMATE . 81.
... this , and what tell me is so much worse , so mean , so utter- you ly intolerable ! " " Oh ! There's worse than that , " said Rich- ard , with a faint sinister smile . VOL . II . G “ What ? ” said she , returning it with CHECKMATE . 81.
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Page 173 - The poor beetle, which we tread upon, In corporal sufferance feels a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 100 - Ah! well-a-day ! "Brightest hopes are fleetest." I the wedding ring had got, Wedding clothes provided ; Sure the church would bind a knot, Ne'er to be divided ; Married we straight must be ; She her vows had plighted ; Vows, alas ! as frail as glass ; All my hopes are blighted. Maidens, wavering and untrue, Many a heart have broken ; Sweetest lips the world e'er knew, Falsest words have spoken.
Page 118 - Go — you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
Page 11 - To this he never yielded for an instant. Alas, in this age numbers of men are setting up to be their own inspired writers. I have been told that every man who is his own lawyer has a fool for his client...
Page 100 - Once I loved a maiden fair, But she did deceive me : She with Venus might compare In my mind, believe me : She was young, and among All our maids the sweetest : Now I say " Ah ! well-a-day ! " Brightest hopes are fleetest.
Page 320 - Kevenge does make me happy : well for some people if it didn't. Except for those I love or those I hate, I live for none. The rest live for me. I owe them no more than I do this rotten stick. Let them rot and fatten my land ; let them burn and bake my bread.
Page 273 - I should be so much obliged if you would allow me to see it.
Page 165 - Alone again. Not a soul in human shape to disclose my wounds to, not a soul.
Page 162 - She seemed to have something on her mind, and not to know how to begin. At length, after some little conversation, which flagged once or twice — " I have been thinking, Mr. Lougcluse, I must have appeared very stupid,