Meadowleigh, by the author of 'The ladies of Bever Hollow'.1863 |
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... GRAYDON . " " So now we have drawn each other's pictures , " said Miss Clairvaux , finishing her note as Eleanor folded hers . " Pictures ? " repeated Eleanor , rather con- sciously . " Why , of course you have told your mamma what you ...
... GRAYDON . " " So now we have drawn each other's pictures , " said Miss Clairvaux , finishing her note as Eleanor folded hers . " Pictures ? " repeated Eleanor , rather con- sciously . " Why , of course you have told your mamma what you ...
Page 143
... Graydon . " " Graydon ! Ten thousand thanks . I shall never forget it again , Miss Graydon . " " You have not forgotten it now , for I do not think you have ever heard it before . " " Well , perhaps not ; but , at any MEADOWLEIGH . 143.
... Graydon . " " Graydon ! Ten thousand thanks . I shall never forget it again , Miss Graydon . " " You have not forgotten it now , for I do not think you have ever heard it before . " " Well , perhaps not ; but , at any MEADOWLEIGH . 143.
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... Graydon . " " What makes the man in such a flurry ? " said Miss Clairvaux , coming into the par- lour . " He seems quite ready with your name . Oh , here's the order - what a scrawl ! Well , Eleanor , I shall leave you to your own ...
... Graydon . " " What makes the man in such a flurry ? " said Miss Clairvaux , coming into the par- lour . " He seems quite ready with your name . Oh , here's the order - what a scrawl ! Well , Eleanor , I shall leave you to your own ...
Page 148
... Graydon , sir . " " Who's Miss Graydon ? " " I don't know , sir . " " Has she been here long ? " " Some little time , sir . " " How long is she going to stay ? " " I can't tell , sir . " " Humph ! plaguy awkward . Well , I don't know ...
... Graydon , sir . " " Who's Miss Graydon ? " " I don't know , sir . " " Has she been here long ? " " Some little time , sir . " " How long is she going to stay ? " " I can't tell , sir . " " Humph ! plaguy awkward . Well , I don't know ...
Page 160
... . Did he leave any message ? " ' No , ma'am ? " " Did he come in ? " Only into the hall , ma'am . Leastways , he stepped into the parlour of his own accord , but directly he saw Miss Graydon he stepped out again 160 MEADOWLEIGH .
... . Did he leave any message ? " ' No , ma'am ? " " Did he come in ? " Only into the hall , ma'am . Leastways , he stepped into the parlour of his own accord , but directly he saw Miss Graydon he stepped out again 160 MEADOWLEIGH .
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afterwards already began better Certainly cheerful church Claudia clown comes cottage course cried crying dear Debenham don't door drawing early Eleanor expect eyes face father feel fellow felt fire Foljambe friends gave George girl give glad gone Graydon ground hand hear heard heart hope Horsefield keep kind lady laughing least leave live look ma'am married matter mean mind Miss Clair Miss Clairvaux Miss Jones morning mother never nice obliged observed perhaps pleasure Plover poor present pretty reason seemed smile sometimes soon suppose sure surprise talk tell thank thing thought Toby told took town turned Union vaux walk wife wish woman wonder young
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Page 202 - Rumour can ope the grave. Acquaintance I would have, but when 't depends Not on the number, but the choice of friends.
Page 202 - t depends Not on the number, but the choice of friends. Books should, not business, entertain the light, And sleep, as undisturbed as death, the night. My house a cottage, more Than palace, and should fitting be For all my use, no luxury. My garden painted o'er With Nature's hand, not Art's ; and pleasures yield, Horace might envy in his Sabine field.
Page 89 - Wherever I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were a rich man.
Page 152 - WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? Not more than others I deserve, Yet God hath given me more ; For I have food while others starve, Or beg from door to door.
Page 20 - Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar Make me a fire, Close by whose living coal I sit, And glow like it. Lord, I confess too, when I dine, The pulse is thine, And all those other bits that be There...
Page 159 - O, how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track! That I might once more reach that plain, Where first I left my glorious train; From whence the enlightened spirit sees That shady city of palm trees.
Page 202 - These unbought sports, this happy state, I would not fear, nor wish my fate, But boldly say each night, To-morrow let my sun his beams display, Or in clouds hide them — I have lived to-day.
Page 215 - Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite underground; as flowers depart To see their mother root, when they have blown ; Where they together All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown.
Page 48 - The clash of arguments and jar of words, Worse than the mortal brunt of rival swords, Decide no question with their tedious length, For opposition gives opinion strength, Divert the champions prodigal of breath, And put the peaceably disposed to death.
Page 215 - The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing. Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness?