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... dear , yes , I expect him directly , but sit down , there is no need for you to hurry away , he will like to find a young face to greet him . " The speaker was a tall , thin , elderly lady , with rather a nervous expression of ...
... dear , yes , I expect him directly , but sit down , there is no need for you to hurry away , he will like to find a young face to greet him . " The speaker was a tall , thin , elderly lady , with rather a nervous expression of ...
Side 4
... dear , it is not as if I were expecting some timid young girl ; the boy will soon find his way up here , and by going into the hall , when the front door is open , I should certainly increase my cold . " The child made a little petulant ...
... dear , it is not as if I were expecting some timid young girl ; the boy will soon find his way up here , and by going into the hall , when the front door is open , I should certainly increase my cold . " The child made a little petulant ...
Side 5
... dear Brian ; I am sorry your uncle is not at home to receive you , he was called away sud- denly on business this morning , much to his re- gret . " Her nephew looked up at her as she spoke with a strange wistful expression , which she ...
... dear Brian ; I am sorry your uncle is not at home to receive you , he was called away sud- denly on business this morning , much to his re- gret . " Her nephew looked up at her as she spoke with a strange wistful expression , which she ...
Side 6
... Dear boy ! how glad we shall be to see him again . You and he are quite strangers to each other , Brian , but I am sure you will like him : everyone likes my Harold . Mine I call him , for ever since he came from India , ten years ago ...
... Dear boy ! how glad we shall be to see him again . You and he are quite strangers to each other , Brian , but I am sure you will like him : everyone likes my Harold . Mine I call him , for ever since he came from India , ten years ago ...
Side 7
... dear , what nonsense ! " said Mrs. Brans- combe , in astonishment , " you don't believe all those fairy stories , I should hope ? " Every one of them , " said Brian , sturdily ; but he shot a glance of mischievous intelligence at Sibyl ...
... dear , what nonsense ! " said Mrs. Brans- combe , in astonishment , " you don't believe all those fairy stories , I should hope ? " Every one of them , " said Brian , sturdily ; but he shot a glance of mischievous intelligence at Sibyl ...
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Side 303 - He gave us eyes to see them, and lips that we might tell how great is God almighty, who has made all things well...
Side 172 - ... cold dispute Of what is fit, and not. Forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands, Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee Good cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see. Away; take heed: I will abroad. Call in thy death's head there: tie up thy fears. He that forbears To suit and serve his need, Deserves his load. But as I raved and grew more fierce and wild At every word, Methought I heard one calling, Child. And I replied, My Lord.
Side 172 - THE COLLAR I STRUCK the board, and cried, no more; I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free ; free as the road, Loose as the wind, as large as store. , Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me blood, and not restore What I have lost with cordial fruit? Sure there was wine, Before my sighs did dry it : there was corn, Before my tears did drown it. Is the year only lost to me? Have I no bays to crown...
Side 402 - Stories on the Festivals,'' &c. Fcap. 8vo. is. ION LESTER. A Tale of True Friendship. ByC.HH Fcap. 8vo. 4s. 6d. A Tale of one who, born to riches and with every inducement to make this world his chief concern, yet devotes himself nobly to the good of his friends and people, and passes unhurt through all the flattery and luxury consequent on his position. Ivo AND VERENA; or, the Snowdrop. By the Author of "Cousin Rachel.
Side 68 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.