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Pagina 10
on about Miss Nuna ; she ' ll do fast “ So she is , old man . " Mrs . Fagg enough .
You wanted your tea , dear , turned the toast carefully on the fork . didn ' t you ,
just now ? Yes , yes ; she ' s “ She only stayed two days ; but the coming in to sit a
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on about Miss Nuna ; she ' ll do fast “ So she is , old man . " Mrs . Fagg enough .
You wanted your tea , dear , turned the toast carefully on the fork . didn ' t you ,
just now ? Yes , yes ; she ' s “ She only stayed two days ; but the coming in to sit a
...
Pagina 11
Her presence brought back former ideas to Dennis , and with them the mastery
which he had formerly exercised in public over his wife . “ Make some fresh tea ,
Kitty , " he said , reprovingly , " for Miss ” he looked at Nuna ; " she don ' t ought to
...
Her presence brought back former ideas to Dennis , and with them the mastery
which he had formerly exercised in public over his wife . “ Make some fresh tea ,
Kitty , " he said , reprovingly , " for Miss ” he looked at Nuna ; " she don ' t ought to
...
Pagina 12
Nuna was again glad of the darkness . “ What you ' re thinking of , Miss _ ” Mrs .
Fagg might have been speaking to Dennis , she had the same fondling ten .
derness of voice _ “ Is that Mr . Whit - more ' s fallen ill ? very like to happen ; and
if so ...
Nuna was again glad of the darkness . “ What you ' re thinking of , Miss _ ” Mrs .
Fagg might have been speaking to Dennis , she had the same fondling ten .
derness of voice _ “ Is that Mr . Whit - more ' s fallen ill ? very like to happen ; and
if so ...
Pagina 13
Nuna was horrified at his coulness . and all had turned to blessing . “ Bless you ,
ma ' am , the parson gives " And I thought I had a loving it , accordin ' to what he
says , more for nature , ” she said . “ I have loved my - the sake of his own soul ...
Nuna was horrified at his coulness . and all had turned to blessing . “ Bless you ,
ma ' am , the parson gives " And I thought I had a loving it , accordin ' to what he
says , more for nature , ” she said . “ I have loved my - the sake of his own soul ...
Pagina 14
Nuna found many . " herself saying the words over and over “ Could you write to
her ? ” . as if she could never fix them in Roger moved his head . memory . “ She
wouldn ' t heed my writing , but “ May I keep this letter ? " she said , I ' d like her to
...
Nuna found many . " herself saying the words over and over “ Could you write to
her ? ” . as if she could never fix them in Roger moved his head . memory . “ She
wouldn ' t heed my writing , but “ May I keep this letter ? " she said , I ' d like her to
...
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able appeared asked become believe Bell better brought called Captain cause Christina Church Cleasby coming course don't England English eyes face fact feel felt followed force France French friends girl give given Government hand happy head hear hope interest Italy kind knew Lady least leave less light live look manner matter means mind Miss mother natural never North Nuna once passed perhaps person poor practice present question reason rest round seemed seen side smile speak spirit standing stood strong suppose sure taken talk tell thing thought tion told took town true turned University whole wish woman young
Populaire passages
Pagina 271 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting ; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love ? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss me...
Pagina 337 - Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves. And the mome raths outgrabe.
Pagina 269 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Pagina 338 - Long time the manxome foe he sought — So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack ! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
Pagina 176 - Why stand ye still ye virgins in amaze, Upon her so to gaze, Whiles ye forget your former lay to sing, To which the woods did answer, and your eccho ring? But if ye saw that which no eyes can see, The inward beauty of her lively spright...
Pagina 176 - There dwells sweet love and constant chastity, Unspotted faith and comely womanhood, Regard of honour and mild modesty; There virtue reigns as queen in royal throne, And giveth laws alone, The which the base affections do obey, And yield their services unto her will; Ne thought of thing uncomely ever may Thereto approach to tempt her mind to ill.
Pagina 390 - A l'âge où l'on est libertin, Pour boire un toast en un festin, Un jour je soulevai mon verre. En face de moi vint s'asseoir Un convive vêtu de noir, Qui me ressemblait comme un frère. Il secouait sous son manteau Un haillon de pourpre en lambeau, Sur sa tête un myrte stérile, Son bras maigre cherchait le mien.
Pagina 152 - sa background of god to each hardworking feature, Every word that he speaks has been fierily furnaced In the blast of a life that has struggled in earnest...
Pagina 390 - Pensif, avec un doux sourire. Comme j'allais avoir quinze ans, Je marchais un jour, à pas lents, Dans un bois, sur une bruyère. Au pied d'un arbre vint s'asseoir Un jeune homme vêtu de noir, Qui me ressemblait comme un frère. Je lui demandai mon chemin; II tenait un luth d'une main, De l'autre un bouquet d'églantine. Il me fit un salut d'ami, Et, se détournant à demi, Me montra du doigt la colline.
Pagina 269 - No, sir ; there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | MacMillan's Magazine, Volume 25 |
| Redacteurs | Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris |
| gepubliceerd | 1872 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | Harvard University |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 27 feb 2007 |
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