 There was in them a vivid and intense sense of the present time, which seemed so strong and full, as if it could never pass away, and as if the warm, living hearts that so expressed themselves could never die, and be as nothing to the sunny earth. I should...  Cranford - Pagina 90door Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell - 1887 - 329 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell - 1864 - 260 pagina’s
...arrangements, and used to look uneasily at me, when I lighted a bed candle to go to another room for anything. When she returned, there was a faint pleasant smell...believe, if the letters had been more so. I saw the tears stealing down the well-worn furrows of Miss Matty's cheeks, and her spectacles often wanted wiping.... | |
 | Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell - 1873 - 516 pagina’s
...before that evening, though I could hardly tell why. The letters were as happy as letters could be—at least those early letters were. There was in them...believe, if the letters had been more so. I saw the tears stealing down the wellworn furrows of Miss Matty's cheeks, and her spectacles often wanted wiping.... | |
 | Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell - 1886 - 516 pagina’s
...arrangements, and used to look uneasily at me when I lighted a bod-candle to go to another room for anything. When she returned there was a faint, pleasant smell...themselves could never die, and be as nothing to the mi nuy earth. I should have felt less melancholy, I believe, if the letters had been more so. I saw... | |
 | Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell - 1892 - 342 pagina’s
...arrangements, and used to look uneasily at me when I lighted a bed-candle to go to another room for anything. When she returned there was a faint pleasant smell...believe, if the letters had been more so. I saw the tears stealing down the well-worn furrows of Miss Matty's cheeks, and her spectacles often wanted wiping.... | |
 | Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell - 1897 - 904 pagina’s
...to go to another room for anything. When she returned there was a faint, pleasant smell of Toiiquin beans in the room. I had always noticed this scent...as nothing to the sunny earth. I should have felt lass melancholy, I believe, if the letters had been more so. I saw the tears stealing down the wellworn... | |
 | Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell - 1897 - 522 pagina’s
...before that evening, though I-could hardly tell why. The letters were as happy as letters could be—at least those early letters were. There was in them...pass away, and as if the warm, living hearts that BO expressed themselves could never die, and be as nothing to tho sunny oaith. I should have felt less... | |
 | Andrew Lang, Donald Grant Mitchell - 1898 - 568 pagina’s
...belonged to her mother ; and many of the letters were addressed to her — yellow bundles of love letters, sixty or seventy years old. Miss Matty undid the packet...believe, if the letters had been more so. I saw the tears stealing down the well-worn furrows of Miss Matty's cheeks, and her spectacles often wanted wiping.... | |
 | Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell - 1898 - 344 pagina’s
...reading_. of. old letters was before that evening, though I could hardly tell why. The letters \vere as happy as letters could be — at least those early...believe, if the letters had been more so. I saw the tears stealing down the well-worn furrows of Miss Matty's cheeks, and her spectacles often wanted wiping.... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl - 1899 - 452 pagina’s
...belonged to her mother ; and many of the letters were addressed to her — yellow bundles of love letters, sixty or seventy years old. Miss Matty undid the packet...believe, if the letters had been more so. I saw the tears stealing down the well-worn YOU XXv. — 18 furrows of Miss Matty's cheeks, and her spectacles often... | |
 | Harry Thurston Peck, Frank R. Stockton, Nathan Haskell Dole, Julian Hawthorne - 1901 - 432 pagina’s
...to go to another room for anything. When she returned there was a faint pleasant smell of Tonquiri beans in the room. I had always noticed this scent...melancholy, I believe, if the letters had been more so. T saw the tears stealing down the well-worn furrows of Miss Matty's cheeks, and her spectacles often... | |
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