Striking likenesses; or, The votaries of fashion, Том 2B. Clarke, 1808 |
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... pressed his hand upon his forehead , and receded a few paces . At length with a smiling aspect he took her hand and raised it to his lips .. " Antonia , " he said , “ I am not a stranger : in me acknowledge an old friend - a friend who ...
... pressed his hand upon his forehead , and receded a few paces . At length with a smiling aspect he took her hand and raised it to his lips .. " Antonia , " he said , “ I am not a stranger : in me acknowledge an old friend - a friend who ...
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... pressed with sorrow for the disappointed hopes of a beloved daughter . " " Poor Lady Carberry ! " sighed Antonia ; " poor un- happy Mrs. Powersly ! ' tis indeed a tale which touches the heart . I liked not the appearance of the earl ...
... pressed with sorrow for the disappointed hopes of a beloved daughter . " " Poor Lady Carberry ! " sighed Antonia ; " poor un- happy Mrs. Powersly ! ' tis indeed a tale which touches the heart . I liked not the appearance of the earl ...
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... pressed upon his heart , and his eyes fixed upon her . Terrified at his situation , she sprung towards the bell ; but , guessing her intention , the marquis " grasped her robe , and pointed to the sofa . 32 CHAP. II. ...
... pressed upon his heart , and his eyes fixed upon her . Terrified at his situation , she sprung towards the bell ; but , guessing her intention , the marquis " grasped her robe , and pointed to the sofa . 32 CHAP. II. ...
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... pressing her hand . Oh , was Lady 68 Geraldine but a second Miss Forrester how different would be my sensations ! " Antonia's eyes were fixed on him ; her hand trembled ; her bosom heaved-- " Like me ! " she repeated , Lady Geraldine ...
... pressing her hand . Oh , was Lady 68 Geraldine but a second Miss Forrester how different would be my sensations ! " Antonia's eyes were fixed on him ; her hand trembled ; her bosom heaved-- " Like me ! " she repeated , Lady Geraldine ...
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... pressed it to her lips - to her heart . , 66 " My mother ! " she articulated , as in a burst of anguish she sunk on her knees before the marquis . " Oh , my if you have lord ! if you have mercy , pity , hide no longer the secret from me ...
... pressed it to her lips - to her heart . , 66 " My mother ! " she articulated , as in a burst of anguish she sunk on her knees before the marquis . " Oh , my if you have lord ! if you have mercy , pity , hide no longer the secret from me ...
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affection Antholine's Antonia started archly Arkerman articulated barouche beauty behold berry betrayed Bless blush bosom bowed Captain Glendenning Cecilia cheek Cheltenham chioness choly cival countenance dancing daugh daughter Dauverne dear derland dine Duchess of Delaware earl exclaimed Lady eyes Falmouth fashion father fear feel gaiety gazing girl grace Grange hand happiness heart heaven honour Hudibras inquired interrupted Jonathan Penrose Lady Ge Lady Geral Lady Geraldine Lady Selina ladyship laughing look Lord Carberry Lord Westbrook lordship Mahala marchioness melan Miss Forrester Moreland murmured never Obadiah pale paused Penrose pity poor possess pursued quaker racter raldine rejoined Lady repeated Lady replied Antonia replied Lady rester resumed Selina and Antonia sigh sister smile sorrow soul spirit Sunderland sure sweet tears tender thee thou thought tion tonia trembled turning verne vicarage virtue voice Warwickshire whispered
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Страница 186 - ... delusive hopes ; it clothes the world in the bright colours of its own fancy ; it refines what is coarse, it exalts what is mean ; it sees nothing but disinterestedness in friendship, it promises eternal fidelity in love. Even on the distresses of its situation it can throw a certain romantic shade of melancholy, that leaves a man sad, but does not make him unhappy. But at a more advanced age, " the fairy visions fade," and he suffers most deeply, who has indulged them the most.
Страница 221 - ... few hints, respecting the antiquity of the manor-house at Woodlands, and the reports that several of the rooms were haunted."12 In many nineteenth-century novels, satire is expressed by the characters themselves. A duchess, in Louisa Stanhope's Striking Likenesses (1808) exclaims sardonically: '"Did the bat shriek from the clustering ivy?