The Brothers; Or, The Castle of Niolo: A RomanceW. Emans, 1820 |
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... Convent , and the sound borne by the passing breeze , died away amidst the surrounding hills . The shep- herds had driven their flocks from the mea- dows , and the faithful dog was heard driving the stragglers home . Before his cottage ...
... Convent , and the sound borne by the passing breeze , died away amidst the surrounding hills . The shep- herds had driven their flocks from the mea- dows , and the faithful dog was heard driving the stragglers home . Before his cottage ...
Side 16
... convent of my Lady of St. Roch . Its patroness of holy memory , was the chaste and pious Ursula , although some sceptical legends , in the full spirit of heresy , pretend to say , that she had no claim whatever to the former epithet ...
... convent of my Lady of St. Roch . Its patroness of holy memory , was the chaste and pious Ursula , although some sceptical legends , in the full spirit of heresy , pretend to say , that she had no claim whatever to the former epithet ...
Side 19
... convent , and ushered on a sudden into the motley scenes of social life , can possibly possess any experience in the world , and consequently , whether she be not likely to fall , her whole length , over the first stumbling - block ...
... convent , and ushered on a sudden into the motley scenes of social life , can possibly possess any experience in the world , and consequently , whether she be not likely to fall , her whole length , over the first stumbling - block ...
Side 20
... convent , where love dwindles and degenerates like an exotic transplanted from a genial clime to the frozen shores of Lapland , was not a place in which Mademoiselle Schlaf- fenhausen would wish to spend the whole of her life . Every ...
... convent , where love dwindles and degenerates like an exotic transplanted from a genial clime to the frozen shores of Lapland , was not a place in which Mademoiselle Schlaf- fenhausen would wish to spend the whole of her life . Every ...
Side 21
... ensues ; and although Rupert , the old Seneschal , shook his grey locks whenever Adeline was dispatched to the convent , yet had he been in possession of the clue of Ariadne to guide him through the labyrinth THE CASTLE OF NIOLO . 21.
... ensues ; and although Rupert , the old Seneschal , shook his grey locks whenever Adeline was dispatched to the convent , yet had he been in possession of the clue of Ariadne to guide him through the labyrinth THE CASTLE OF NIOLO . 21.
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