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" I am so far from growing used to mankind by living amongst them, that my natural ferocity and wildness does but every day grow worse. They tire me, they fatigue me ; I don't know what to do with them ; I don't know what to say to them; I fling open the... "
The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal - Страница 11
1873
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Blackwood's Magazine, Том 103

1868 - 800 страници
...another." " I don't know what to do with them : I don't know what to say to them ; I fling open the windows and fancy I want air, and when I get by myself I undress...in my pockets, in my plaits, and on my shoulders," Horace cries with a wail. Perhaps Sir Robert, not so dainty, felt it less. But he felt the tortures...

The Letters of Horace Walpole: Earl of Orford: Including Numerous Letters ...

Horace Walpole - 1842 - 594 страници
...me ; I don't know what to do with them ; I don't know what to say to them; I fling open the windows and fancy I want air ; and when I get by myself, I...fatigue worse in the country than in town, because one can avoid it there, and has more resources ; but it is there too. I fear 'tis growing old ; but...

The Letters of Horace Walpole: 1735-1748

Horace Walpole - 1842 - 592 страници
...fatigue me; I don't know what to do with them; I don't know what to say to them; I fling open the windows and fancy I want air; and when I get by myself, I...fatigue worse in the country than in town, because one can avoid it there, and has more resources; but it is there too. I fear 'tis growing old ; but...

Many thoughts of many minds. Compiled by H. Southgate

Henry Southgate - 1862 - 774 страници
...; I don't know what to do with them ; I don't know what to say to them ; I fling open the windows, and fancy I want air; and when I get by myself, I...fatigue worse in the country than in town, because one can avoid it there, and has more resources ; but it is there too. I fear 'tis growing old, but...

A Century of Anecdote from 1760-1860, Том 1

John Timbs - 1864 - 378 страници
...windows, and fancy I want air ; and when I get by myself,.! undress myself, and seem to have a bad people in my pockets, in my plaits, and on my shoulders ! I indeed find this fatigue worse in country than in town, because one can avoid it there, and has more resources ; but it is there too....

Littell's Living Age, Том 97

1868 - 850 страници
...outlines of human form," who " brandish their kaives in act to carve," and look '-like open the windows and fancy I want air, and when I get by myself I undress...in my pockets, in my plaits, and on my shoulders," Horace cries with a wail. Perhaps Sir Robert, not so dainty, felt it less. But he felt the tortures...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 103

1868 - 802 страници
...another." " I don't know what to do with them : I don't know what to say to them ; I fling open the windows and fancy I want air, and when I get by myself I undress...in my pockets, in my plaits, and on my shoulders," Horace cries with a wail. Perhaps Sir Robert, not so dainty, felt it less. But he felt the tortures...

Studies in English prose: specimens, with notes, by J. Payne

Joseph Payne - 1868 - 530 страници
...me ; I don't know what to do with them ; I don't know what to say to them. I fling open the windows and fancy I want air ; and when I get by myself, I...seem to have had people in my pockets, in my plaits (the folds of my dress), and on my shoulders. I fear 'tis growing old ; but I literally seem to have...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 103

1868 - 824 страници
...I don't know what to do with them ; I don't know what to say to them; I fling open the windows find fancy I want air, and when I get by myself I undress...seem to have had people in my pockets, in my plaits, nnd on my shoulders," Horace cries with a wail. Perhaps Sir Robert, not FO dainty, felt it less. But...

Historical sketches of the reign of George second, Том 1

Margaret Oliphant Oliphant - 1869 - 450 страници
...another." " I don't know what to do with them : I don't know what to say to them ; I fling open the windows and fancy I want air, and when I get by myself I undress...in my pockets, in my plaits, and on my shoulders," Horace cries, with a wail. Perhaps Sir Robert, not so dainty, felt it less. But he felt the tortures...




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