 | 1853 - 672 sider
...appeal was made to him, nobody looked after him, the conversation flowed steadily on as if everyone understood that his silence was to be respected. It was the same thing at table. In vaiu the silent man imbibed esthetic tea. Whatever fancies it inspired did not flower at his lips.... | |
 | 1853 - 478 sider
...shadow, looked to me, as Webster might have looked, had he been a poet, — a kind of poetic Webster. He rose and walked to the window, and stood quietly...if every one understood that his silence was to be respectcd. It was the same thing at table. In vain the silent man imbibed esthetic tea. Whatever fancies... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1853 - 606 sider
...stream of talk, this person, who sat silent as a shadow, looked to me — a kind of poetic Webster. He rose and walked to the window, and stood quietly...after him, the conversation flowed steadily on as if everybody understood that his silence was to be respected. It was the same thing at table. In vain... | |
 | 1853 - 516 sider
...shadow, looked to me, as Webster might have looked, had he been a poet, — a kind of poetic Webster. He rose and walked to the window, and stood quietly...for a long time, watching the dead white landscape. !NYi appeal was made to him, nobody looked after him, the conversation flowed steadily on as if every... | |
 | 1869 - 852 sider
...He rose and walked to the window, and stood there quietly for a long time, watching the dead-white landscape. No appeal was made to him, nobody looked...same thing at table. In vain the silent man imbibed ¡esthetic tea. Whatever fancies it inspired did not flower at his lips. But there was a light in his... | |
 | 1869 - 852 sider
...He rose and walked to the window, and stood there quietly for a long time, watching the dead-white landscape. No appeal was made to him, nobody looked after him ; the conversation Howed steadily on, as if every one understood that his silence was to be respected. It was the same... | |
 | James D. McCabe - 1871 - 686 sider
...had he been a poet — a kind of poetic Webster. He rose and walked to the window, and stood qtoietly there for a long time, watching the dead white landscape....him, nobody looked after him, the conversation flowed as steadily on as it every one understood that his silence was to be respected. It was the same thing... | |
 | James D. McCabe - 1871 - 694 sider
...a shadow looked to me as Webster might have looked had he been a poet — a kind of poetic Webster. He rose and walked to the window, and stood quietly there for a long time, watching the dead white k landscape. Xo appeal was made to him, nobody looked after him, the conversation flowed as steadily... | |
 | James D. McCabe - 1872 - 682 sider
...shadow looked to me as Webster might have looked had he been a poet — -a kind of poetic Webster. He rose and walked to the window, and stood quietly...nobody looked after him, the conversation .flowed as steadily on as it every one understood that his silence was to be respected. It was the same thing... | |
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Webster might have looked, had he been a poet, — a kind of poetic Webster. He rose and walked to the window, and stood quietly there for a long time, watching the dead white landscape. No appeal was made to him, nobody looked after him, the conversation... 
