Agnes Serle, by the author of 'The heiress'.R. Bentley, 1835 |
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... eyes , as if to have it believed that he was not sufficiently awake to furnish a reply ; Mr. Dalrymple was in dudgeon , and not at all inclined to pleasure the fair questioner by flattery or folly ; Lady Susan did not even open her half ...
... eyes , as if to have it believed that he was not sufficiently awake to furnish a reply ; Mr. Dalrymple was in dudgeon , and not at all inclined to pleasure the fair questioner by flattery or folly ; Lady Susan did not even open her half ...
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... eyes upturned to heaven , as if the soul had passed above , and won too much of bright- ness to dwell again in an earthly form . There had been no time for a warning to my youth - for a parting with my mother . And that dear mother ...
... eyes upturned to heaven , as if the soul had passed above , and won too much of bright- ness to dwell again in an earthly form . There had been no time for a warning to my youth - for a parting with my mother . And that dear mother ...
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... eyes fixed on her pale cheek , " I have re- quested your presence to inquire if you seek a release from our engagement , doubtless a rash one , since entered into from the impulse of affection , not the calculation of worldly wisdom ...
... eyes fixed on her pale cheek , " I have re- quested your presence to inquire if you seek a release from our engagement , doubtless a rash one , since entered into from the impulse of affection , not the calculation of worldly wisdom ...
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... eyes , even from the excess of my folly ! " said I , half in merriment , half in pique . " Why , I may venture to say so plainly now , I believe , " he replied , with a smile , " though ten years have not elapsed since I stood in peril ...
... eyes , even from the excess of my folly ! " said I , half in merriment , half in pique . " Why , I may venture to say so plainly now , I believe , " he replied , with a smile , " though ten years have not elapsed since I stood in peril ...
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... my countenance ex- pressed something of the contempt I felt , for the blood rushed up even to her alabaster brow , and her eyes sought the ground . I could not pur- posely wound her more , and turned away in silence 74 AGNES SERLE .
... my countenance ex- pressed something of the contempt I felt , for the blood rushed up even to her alabaster brow , and her eyes sought the ground . I could not pur- posely wound her more , and turned away in silence 74 AGNES SERLE .
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admiration Agnes Serle alarm answer Arthur de Beauvoir asked Beau beauty believe better blush bowed bright brow cheek child cold cousin Cranbourne curricle Dalrymple Dalzell danger dared dark Delville desire doubt dread dream dream evil earnest evil exclaimed eyes fancy fate father fear feel felt folly Frankland gaze gentle gipsy girl glance guessed Hallcot hand happiness heart honour hope horse knew Lady Susan laugh LEICESTER SQUARE Lewis lips look Lord Tarleton lover marriage mind Miss Serle Monson ness never Newton Park Norham pale passed pity plead pleasure promise remarked replied rest scarcely scorn seemed selfish Serle Court shame silence Sir Richard Temple smile sought speak spirit spoke stern stood surprise suspicion tears tell terror things thought timid Timson tion tone trembling trust truth turned voice voir whilst wild window wish woman words yield
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