The romance of the forest, by the authoress of 'A Sicilian romance'.1820 |
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... continued . For his sake Adeline endeavoured to disguise her emotions . This lane , said Theodore , will certainly lead to a town or vil◅ lage , and then we have nothing to apprehend ; for , though my single arm could not defend you ...
... continued . For his sake Adeline endeavoured to disguise her emotions . This lane , said Theodore , will certainly lead to a town or vil◅ lage , and then we have nothing to apprehend ; for , though my single arm could not defend you ...
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... continued to travel in this manner for near half an hour , when they arrived at a small vil- lage , and soon after stopped at an inn , the best the place afforded . As Theodore lifted Adeline from the chaise , he again entreated her to ...
... continued to travel in this manner for near half an hour , when they arrived at a small vil- lage , and soon after stopped at an inn , the best the place afforded . As Theodore lifted Adeline from the chaise , he again entreated her to ...
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... continued to give her similar assurances of his safety . Meanwhile the mob , whose compassion for him had been gradually excited by the obduracy of the officer , were now roused to pity and indignation by the seeming eer tainty of his ...
... continued to give her similar assurances of his safety . Meanwhile the mob , whose compassion for him had been gradually excited by the obduracy of the officer , were now roused to pity and indignation by the seeming eer tainty of his ...
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... continued his speech . The interest you take in his welfare is at least very flattering , and I would almost consent to exchange conditions with him , were I sure of receiving such tender compassion from so charming a lady . Saying this ...
... continued his speech . The interest you take in his welfare is at least very flattering , and I would almost consent to exchange conditions with him , were I sure of receiving such tender compassion from so charming a lady . Saying this ...
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... continued the hostess , but I know I should think it very hard to die in a strange place with no relations near me , and I dare say the poor gentleman thinks so himself ; and besides , who is to pay for his fu- neral if he dies ...
... continued the hostess , but I know I should think it very hard to die in a strange place with no relations near me , and I dare say the poor gentleman thinks so himself ; and besides , who is to pay for his fu- neral if he dies ...
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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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