The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Том 24Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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... dead , and kisses without end ; the sound of them should pass like the crackling of flame through Paris , should revive the heat of youth and passion in husband and wife , even in hearts of seventy years . " A laugh burst from the ...
... dead , and kisses without end ; the sound of them should pass like the crackling of flame through Paris , should revive the heat of youth and passion in husband and wife , even in hearts of seventy years . " A laugh burst from the ...
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... dead man , " he muttered , by way of answer ; " you have put me facing the sun " " " The sun lies behind you , " said Valentin , sternly and solemnly , while he coolly loaded his pistol without heeding the fact that the signal had been ...
... dead man , " he muttered , by way of answer ; " you have put me facing the sun " " " The sun lies behind you , " said Valentin , sternly and solemnly , while he coolly loaded his pistol without heeding the fact that the signal had been ...
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... dead body and laid it on the bed ; but when he came to question the death - stricken man , and saw the look in the dull eyes and heard the vague , inarticulate words , the good German , so far from losing his head , rose to the very ...
... dead body and laid it on the bed ; but when he came to question the death - stricken man , and saw the look in the dull eyes and heard the vague , inarticulate words , the good German , so far from losing his head , rose to the very ...
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... dead man . I can- not recover from these repeated shocks . " Schmucke was crying like a child . " Just listen , " continued Pons , " and cry afterwards . As a Christian , you must submit . I have been robbed . It is La Cibot's doing ...
... dead man . I can- not recover from these repeated shocks . " Schmucke was crying like a child . " Just listen , " continued Pons , " and cry afterwards . As a Christian , you must submit . I have been robbed . It is La Cibot's doing ...
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... dead body . " If I could die , " he said , " I should go where he goes , and should assuredly find him again . But ... dead pass freely from this dungeon , let me assume the place of the dead ! " Without giving himself time to reconsider ...
... dead body . " If I could die , " he said , " I should go where he goes , and should assuredly find him again . But ... dead pass freely from this dungeon , let me assume the place of the dead ! " Without giving himself time to reconsider ...
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Adrienne ALFRED TENNYSON answered Arthur Dimmesdale asked bandolining Bantornyi beautiful bells better breath canon Caudle Chateau d'If child Cibot Cleopatra colonel Consuelo cried curate Dantes dark dear death Djalma door Dorcas dream Ellen eyes face fancy father fear feeling felt Fraisier gentleman hand happiness head hear heard heart Heaven Hester Prynne hope hour Jane Jefferson Brick Joseph Kardouon knew La Cibot Lady Hester Lady Hester Stanhope laugh leave light lips listened live Lockman looked Magus Malvin Martin Meïamoun mind never Nevermore night once passed Pons poor Rémonencq replied returned Reuben Rochester rock Schmucke seemed sleep smile soul stood sure tell THEOPHILE GAUTIER thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought thousand francs told took tree turned voice wish woman words Xailoun young lord
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