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Pagina 4
Whither, madam, do you design to go when you get out of this house ? I will throw
myself into the first open house I can find ; and beg protection till I can get a
coach or a lodging in some honest family. What will you do for clothes, madam ?
Whither, madam, do you design to go when you get out of this house ? I will throw
myself into the first open house I can find ; and beg protection till I can get a
coach or a lodging in some honest family. What will you do for clothes, madam ?
Pagina 41
If I go not down to M. Hall, madam, you'll have no scruple to stay here, I suppose,
till Thursday is over ? If I cannot help myself I must — but I insist upon being
permitted to go out of this house, whether you leave it or not. Well, madam, then I
will ...
If I go not down to M. Hall, madam, you'll have no scruple to stay here, I suppose,
till Thursday is over ? If I cannot help myself I must — but I insist upon being
permitted to go out of this house, whether you leave it or not. Well, madam, then I
will ...
Pagina 42
Let me ask you, madam, what meant you, when' you said, • that were it not a sin,
you would die before you gave me that assurance ?' She was indignantly silent.
You thought, madam, you had given me room to hope your pardon by it ? When I
...
Let me ask you, madam, what meant you, when' you said, • that were it not a sin,
you would die before you gave me that assurance ?' She was indignantly silent.
You thought, madam, you had given me room to hope your pardon by it ? When I
...
Pagina 43
I hung over her throbbing bosom, and putting my other arm round her waist —
And you say, you hate me, madam — and you say, you despise me — and you
say, you promised me nothing Yes, yes, I did promise you — let me not be held ...
I hung over her throbbing bosom, and putting my other arm round her waist —
And you say, you hate me, madam — and you say, you despise me — and you
say, you promised me nothing Yes, yes, I did promise you — let me not be held ...
Pagina 118
Judge then, dearest madam, how reluctantly I must obey your prohibition — but
yet I will endeavour to obey it ; although I should have hoped, as well from the
tenor of all that has passed between Miss Howe and me, as from her established
...
Judge then, dearest madam, how reluctantly I must obey your prohibition — but
yet I will endeavour to obey it ; although I should have hoped, as well from the
tenor of all that has passed between Miss Howe and me, as from her established
...
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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...