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Pagina 37
And down I flew, and found her once more at the street door, contending with
Polly Horton to get out. She rushed by me into the fore-parlour, and flew to the
window, and attempted once more to throw up the sash — Good people ! good
people ...
And down I flew, and found her once more at the street door, contending with
Polly Horton to get out. She rushed by me into the fore-parlour, and flew to the
window, and attempted once more to throw up the sash — Good people ! good
people ...
Pagina 65
Thou, woman, [looking at the mother] once my terror ! always my dishke ; but now
my detestation ! shouldst once more (for thine perhaps was the preparation) have
provided for me intoxicating potions to rob me of my senses ' And then, thou ...
Thou, woman, [looking at the mother] once my terror ! always my dishke ; but now
my detestation ! shouldst once more (for thine perhaps was the preparation) have
provided for me intoxicating potions to rob me of my senses ' And then, thou ...
Pagina 149
And yet, my dear Mrs. Norton, I will own to you, that once I could have loved him
— Ungrateful man ! — hadhepermitted me to love him, I once could have loved
him. Yet he never deserved my love. And was not this a fault ? — But now if I can
...
And yet, my dear Mrs. Norton, I will own to you, that once I could have loved him
— Ungrateful man ! — hadhepermitted me to love him, I once could have loved
him. Yet he never deserved my love. And was not this a fault ? — But now if I can
...
Pagina 387
I see,' continued she, ' that I, who once was every one's delight, am now the
cause of grief to every one — you, that are strangers to me, are moved for me! Tis
kind ! — But 'tis time to stop. Your compassionate hearts, Mrs. Smith and Mrs.
Lovick ...
I see,' continued she, ' that I, who once was every one's delight, am now the
cause of grief to every one — you, that are strangers to me, are moved for me! Tis
kind ! — But 'tis time to stop. Your compassionate hearts, Mrs. Smith and Mrs.
Lovick ...
Pagina 391
once ! — thou makest her break off with saying — She once ! What ? — O Belford
! why didst thou not urge her to explain what she once hoped ? What once a
woman hopes, in love matters, she always hopes, while there is room for hope :
and ...
once ! — thou makest her break off with saying — She once ! What ? — O Belford
! why didst thou not urge her to explain what she once hoped ? What once a
woman hopes, in love matters, she always hopes, while there is room for hope :
and ...
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Clarissa; Or, The History of a Young Lady: Comprenhending the Most ... Samuel Richardson Volledige weergave - 1862 |
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Pagina 403 - OH THAT I were as in months past, as in the days when God preserved me; When his candle shined upon my head, and when by his light I walked through darkness...
Pagina 403 - As I was in the days of my youth, when the secret of God was upon my tabernacle; When the Almighty was yet with me, when my children were about me; When I washed my steps with butter, and the rock poured me out rivers of oil...
Pagina 295 - A horrid hole of a house, in an alley they call a court ; stairs wretchedly narrow, even to the first-floor rooms : and into a den they led me, with broken walls, which had been papered, as I saw by a multitude of tacks, and some torn bits held on by the rusty heads. The floor indeed was clean, but the ceiling was smoked with variety of figures, and initials of names, that had been the woeful employment of wretches who had no other way to amuse themselves.
Pagina 305 - ... with me would be a good excuse. She was sitting on the side of the broken couch, extremely weak and low ; and I observed, cared not to speak to the man : and no wonder; for I never saw a more shocking fellow, of a profession tolerably genteel, nor heard a more illiterate one...