Agnes Serle, by the author of 'The heiress'.R. Bentley, 1835 |
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... at her own dis- posal , if report spoke truth ; and this with a face and figure that might have shamed the ideal beauties of sculptors and painters , ancient and modern . His resolution was formed before he beheld her AGNES SERLE . 11.
... at her own dis- posal , if report spoke truth ; and this with a face and figure that might have shamed the ideal beauties of sculptors and painters , ancient and modern . His resolution was formed before he beheld her AGNES SERLE . 11.
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... truth , I cannot but think it silly and unbecoming . " " It is silly and unbecoming , and I scorn my- self for the folly ! Let the past be the past , in speech if not in thought ; yet would I give up all I own of wealth and power to win ...
... truth , I cannot but think it silly and unbecoming . " " It is silly and unbecoming , and I scorn my- self for the folly ! Let the past be the past , in speech if not in thought ; yet would I give up all I own of wealth and power to win ...
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... truth , his wedded happiness should have saved me from my scepticism , despite personal experi- ence ; nor am I inclined , with all my philosophy , to doubt the tale or speak lightly on the subject . I rather avoid a close examination ...
... truth , his wedded happiness should have saved me from my scepticism , despite personal experi- ence ; nor am I inclined , with all my philosophy , to doubt the tale or speak lightly on the subject . I rather avoid a close examination ...
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... truth in his words , and I have lived to prove it ; but then they sounded de- testably in my ears . They were false they were dictated by a narrow and selfish spirit- they were like the warnings of my calculating guardian — there might ...
... truth in his words , and I have lived to prove it ; but then they sounded de- testably in my ears . They were false they were dictated by a narrow and selfish spirit- they were like the warnings of my calculating guardian — there might ...
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... truth , " Maria , do you give me up of your own free choice , or do they force you to wed ano- ther ? " She was silent , and seemed on the point of sinking to the earth . My arm gave more support , my words were fonder , and more ...
... truth , " Maria , do you give me up of your own free choice , or do they force you to wed ano- ther ? " She was silent , and seemed on the point of sinking to the earth . My arm gave more support , my words were fonder , and more ...
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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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