The Freres: A Novel, Volume 3H. Holt, 1882 - 548 pagina's |
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Pagina 80 - I have made a covenant with my chosen : I have sworn unto David my servant; 4 Thy seed will I stablish for ever : and set up thy throne from one generation to another.
Pagina 37 - I- undervalue you, my darling," holding out her hand to Grace ; " I am sure I do not know what we should have done without you." Grace did not reply, but took the still fair soft hand and stroked it tenderly ; she felt too sad for words, an inexpressible, awful sense of isolation and responsibility pressed down her young heart. What was to become of them in this strange, mighty city, where their only friend was a humble lawyer's clerk, and where no welcome had awaited them from the kinsmen on whose...
Pagina 91 - ... whom Grace had not been introduced she noticed an exceedingly pretty, fragile-looking young lady, with pale golden-brown hair, large sleepy blue eyes, and a complexion like an ivory miniature. She was most charmingly dressed in pearl-grey satin and delicate, costly white lace ; the only bit of colour about her, a deep-red rose in the left angle of her low square corsage. Her hair was picturesquely frizzy, and out of it her sweet childish face and innocent-looking eyes peeped smilingly. Grace...
Pagina 153 - HE enigma of Mrs. Frere's cheerfulness was solved. ' Mother !' was all Grace could utter, and then she stood still and silent for a couple of seconds, the blood surging up to her head, her heart beating to suffocation, her hands icy cold, her whole being suddenly crushed with an overwhelming sense of defeat and humiliation. Alms from Max ! and begged for by her own mother ! This was a depth of degradation she had never anticipated. With a confused whirl of memory, a short agony of contrast between...
Pagina 225 - I only want your hands,' said Grace, disentangling herself from the pommel; and taking them, she sprang lightly to the ground. ' Thank you very much for the great pleasure you have given me,' she said, looking up in his eyes with a frank, sweet smile. ' I like your horse, now I am a little accustomed to him ; and you don't ride badly yourself.
Pagina 128 - I never loved anyone before — -I mean so much. I have never been able to get you out of my head since the day I met you in the Park ; yet I have always been so ashamed of having spoken to you — — ' ' Oh, indeed !' Grace tried to interrupt him, but he rushed on with his self-imposed exculpation : ' I am quite sure it gave you a wrong impression of me. You think I am fast, and I can tell you I am a saint compared to other fellows : your cousin Max Frere, for instance. If I had a home and a wife...
Pagina 118 - Frere's kindly invitation was more than Lady Elton could withstand ; and a very merry party they were. Jimmy, too simple and real to be shy or embarrassed, though perfectly unobtrusive, was evidently a source of great amusement and curiosity to Lady Elton, who drew him out with infinite tact. Randal's good fortune and the exceeding friendliness of Mr. Darnell were discussed — Grace's triumphs at the ball laughingly predicted. Mrs Frere grew quite animated as the conviction that such children as...
Pagina 130 - Why did she love him? Curious fool! — be still — Is human love the growth of human will?