The romance of the forest, by the authoress of 'A Sicilian romance'.1820 |
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... better , if indeed you are recovered . She hastened towards him , and gave her hand . Is nobody gone for a surgeon ? said she with a look of agony . Do not be alarmed , said Theodore , I am not so ill as you imagine . The room was now ...
... better , if indeed you are recovered . She hastened towards him , and gave her hand . Is nobody gone for a surgeon ? said she with a look of agony . Do not be alarmed , said Theodore , I am not so ill as you imagine . The room was now ...
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... better inn in the province , though the town is none of the big- gest . Adeline was obliged to repeat her request for pen and ink , before the loquacious hostess would quit the room . The thought of sending for Theodore's friends had ...
... better inn in the province , though the town is none of the big- gest . Adeline was obliged to repeat her request for pen and ink , before the loquacious hostess would quit the room . The thought of sending for Theodore's friends had ...
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... better ; the surgeon- I do not like him , said Adeline ; but tell me how you find yourself ? He assured her that he was now much easier than he had yet been ; and mentioning her kind note , he led to the subject on account of which he ...
... better ; the surgeon- I do not like him , said Adeline ; but tell me how you find yourself ? He assured her that he was now much easier than he had yet been ; and mentioning her kind note , he led to the subject on account of which he ...
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... better have been sent off for the young gentleman's friends than for this strange doctor that nobody knows . After asking some further questions concerning Theodore , the answers to which rather increased than diminished 20 THE ROMANCE ...
... better have been sent off for the young gentleman's friends than for this strange doctor that nobody knows . After asking some further questions concerning Theodore , the answers to which rather increased than diminished 20 THE ROMANCE ...
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... and gave no utterance to grief , either by words or tears . The gentleman , I suppose , Madam , has friends , and the sooner you inform them of his condition the better . If they reside at any distance THE ROMANCE OF THE FOREST . 21.
... and gave no utterance to grief , either by words or tears . The gentleman , I suppose , Madam , has friends , and the sooner you inform them of his condition the better . If they reside at any distance THE ROMANCE OF THE FOREST . 21.
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abbey abbey of St Adeline Adeline's affection Amand anguish anxiety appeared attended beautiful believe carriage cerning chamber chateau circumstances Clara conduct conversation countenance D'Aunoy danger dear death delight despair distant distress dore dreadful drew Du Bosse emotions endeavoured entreated escape expressed eyes father fear grief hand happiness heard heart hope hostess hour immediately inquired knew lake Languedoc leave Leloncourt length looked Lord Louis Luc's lute Ma'mselle Madame La Luc Madame La Motte Marquis de Montalt Marquis's melancholy mind Montpellier morning neral night o'er occasioned pain Paris passed passion perceived Peter physician pity pleasure present prison quired quis quit the forest racter received recollection recovered replied returned Savoy scarcely scene scenery seemed shade sigh silence smile soon speak stranger sublime suffer sunk surgeon sweet tears tence tender terror Theo Theodore thither thought tion trembling Verneuil village voice wish wound XLIV
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