The Novelist's Magazine, Volume 15Harrison and Company, 1784 A collection of separately paged novels. |
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Pagina 614
... turned her face quite from me ; and fighed , as if her heart would break . ' • Sweet creature ! ' - I kiffed the wet wafer , and drew it from the paper with my breath . Thefe are the contents . - No infcrip- tive Sir ! No Mr. Lovelace ...
... turned her face quite from me ; and fighed , as if her heart would break . ' • Sweet creature ! ' - I kiffed the wet wafer , and drew it from the paper with my breath . Thefe are the contents . - No infcrip- tive Sir ! No Mr. Lovelace ...
Pagina 621
... turned in her head , and knew not what she did . But all of them depended upon her inexpe- rience , her open temper , and upon her not making the leaft motion towards going out , or to have a coach or chair called , as fometimes fhe had ...
... turned in her head , and knew not what she did . But all of them depended upon her inexpe- rience , her open temper , and upon her not making the leaft motion towards going out , or to have a coach or chair called , as fometimes fhe had ...
Pagina 622
... turned to look after her ; paffing their verdict upon her tears , her hurry , and her charming perfon ; till coming to a stand of coaches , a coach- man plied her ; was accepted ; alighted ; opened the coach - door in a hurry , fee- ing ...
... turned to look after her ; paffing their verdict upon her tears , her hurry , and her charming perfon ; till coming to a stand of coaches , a coach- man plied her ; was accepted ; alighted ; opened the coach - door in a hurry , fee- ing ...
Pagina 642
... turned behind him ; ] and the diftance foon lengthened be- yond recal . With a wifful eye the looked after him ; fighed and wept again ; as the fervant , who then fily paffed her , obferved . By this time the had reached the houfes ...
... turned behind him ; ] and the diftance foon lengthened be- yond recal . With a wifful eye the looked after him ; fighed and wept again ; as the fervant , who then fily paffed her , obferved . By this time the had reached the houfes ...
Pagina 652
... turned back ; and , as if I had recol- lected myself , One word more , my dearest creature ! -Charming even in your anger ! -O my fond foul ! ' faid I , turning half - round , and pulling out my handkerchief . · I believe , Jack , my ...
... turned back ; and , as if I had recol- lected myself , One word more , my dearest creature ! -Charming even in your anger ! -O my fond foul ! ' faid I , turning half - round , and pulling out my handkerchief . · I believe , Jack , my ...
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Pagina 746 - ... have so much experienced, and so much abused. I don't presume to think you should receive me. — No, indeed! — My name is — I don't know what my name is! — I never dare to wish to come into your family again ! — But your heavy curse, my papa. — Yes, I will call you papa, and help yourself as you can — for you are my own dear papa, whether you will or not — and though I am an unworthy child — yet I am your child PAPER in.
Pagina 978 - Much more lively and affecting," says one of the principal characters, " must be the style of those who write in the height of a present distress, the mind tortured by the pangs of uncertainty, — the events then hidden in the womb of fate, — than the dry, narrative, unanimated style of a person relating difficulties and dangers surmounted, can be, — the relater perfectly at ease, and, if himself unmoved by his own story, not likely greatly to affect the reader.