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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... Perhaps the mournful tones of his voice reassured him , or he also read the dark signs of fate in the faded features that had made the gamblers shudder ; he released his hands , but , with a touch of caution , due to the experience of ...
... Perhaps the mournful tones of his voice reassured him , or he also read the dark signs of fate in the faded features that had made the gamblers shudder ; he released his hands , but , with a touch of caution , due to the experience of ...
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... Perhaps your father has expressed his regret for your birth a little too sharply ? Or have you disgraced yourself ? " " If I meant to be disgraced I should live . " " You have been hissed perhaps at the Funambules ? Or you have had to ...
... Perhaps your father has expressed his regret for your birth a little too sharply ? Or have you disgraced yourself ? " " If I meant to be disgraced I should live . " " You have been hissed perhaps at the Funambules ? Or you have had to ...
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... perhaps you can read that sentence . " He held the lamp close to the talisman , which the young man held toward him , and pointed out some characters inlaid in the surface of the wonderful skin , as if they had grown on the animal to ...
... perhaps you can read that sentence . " He held the lamp close to the talisman , which the young man held toward him , and pointed out some characters inlaid in the surface of the wonderful skin , as if they had grown on the animal to ...
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... perhaps , or in Bengal ? " " You " No , sir , " said the stranger , as he felt the emblematical skin curiously . It was almost as rigid as a sheet of metal . The old merchant set the lamp back again upon the column , giving the other a ...
... perhaps , or in Bengal ? " " You " No , sir , " said the stranger , as he felt the emblematical skin curiously . It was almost as rigid as a sheet of metal . The old merchant set the lamp back again upon the column , giving the other a ...
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... perhaps but a violent pleasure ! Who could determine the point where pleasure becomes pain , where pain is still a pleas- ure ? Is not the utmost brightness of the ideal world soothing to us , while the lightest shadows of the physical ...
... perhaps but a violent pleasure ! Who could determine the point where pleasure becomes pain , where pain is still a pleas- ure ? Is not the utmost brightness of the ideal world soothing to us , while the lightest shadows of the physical ...
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Adrienne ALFRED TENNYSON answered Arthur Dimmesdale asked bandolining beautiful bells better breath Brunt canon Chateau d'If child Cibot Cleopatra colonel Consuelo cried curate Dantes dark dead dear death Djalma door Dorcas dream Ellen eyes face fancy father fear feeling felt Fraisier gentleman give hand happiness head hear heard heart heaven Hester Prynne hope hour Jane Jefferson Brick Kardouon La Cibot Lady Hester Stanhope laugh leave light lips listened live Lockman look Mademoiselle de Cardoville Martin Meïamoun mind missis morning Mugby Junction never night once passed Pons poor Rawdon replied Reuben scarlet letter Schaunard Schmucke seemed sleep smile Sniff soul stood sure tears tell thee THEOPHILE GAUTIER things THOMAS HOOD thou thought told trembling turned voice wish woman words Xailoun young lord
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