Bentinck's tutor, one of the family, by the author of 'Lost sir Massingberd'.1868 |
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answered asked aunt Bentinck Woodford better Black Squire Blennerdale bury your dead Clementina cousin cried daresay dead dear Dewbank Hall doctor door ejaculated Ernest Woodford exclaimed eyes face father fellow folks Fosbrook George Adams girl Giuseppe glance gravely hand heart Heaven Herbert Warton housekeeper husband Julius Cæsar knew lady look Lucy Wilson madam manager married Mary Ripson Master Charlie matter Miles Ripson mind Miss Evelyn Miss Sefton mistress mother never niece observed once perhaps person poor portmanteau postboy replied returned Valentine Sandalthwaite scarcely Screes seemed seen Selina Murphy Seven Sisters silk band smiling speak suppose sure talk tell thanks thing thought told tones turned tutor uncle unhappy Valen Valentine Blake Valentine's voice wad-mine Wallowdale wife wish woman Woodford Murphy Woody word Wrestler's Arms yonder young gentleman
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Pàgina 298 - Gifted to purge the vapoury atmosphere That seeks to stifle it ; as in those days When this low pile a Gospel teacher knew, Whose good works formed an endless retinue : A pastor such as Chaucer's verse portrays; Such as the heaven-taught skill of Herbert drew ; And tender Goldsmith crowned with deathless praise...
Pàgina 48 - We rustled through the leaves like wind, Left shrubs, and trees, and wolves behind; By night I heard them on the track, Their troop came hard upon our back, With their long gallop, which can tire The hound's deep hate, and hunter's fire...
Pàgina 55 - My name is James Wallace, and I live with Mr Lee the blind'maker." " Do you indeed ? Well, how much will you charge for painting them and putting on new hangings?" " I will do it for two dollars, sir. The hangings and tassels will cost me three-quarters of a dollar, and the paint and varnish a quarter more.
Pàgina 271 - Take," he said, thrusting the bills at the man. He rushed up the narrow walk. At the Widow's door he knocked, but there was no answer. He tried the door, and it opened. Stepping inside, he heard her voice coming from the living room. She was lying like a fallen bird, her legs covered with a thick woolen blanket. What had he done! Dear God in heaven, he said to himself, strike me dead. Bury me in ashes! "Mr. Jielewicz!
Pàgina 211 - said Avice, fiercely ; covering her eyes with her hands to shut out the sight of the coveted ribbon. Already her diamonds scarcely contented her. ' Well, well, don't 'ee fret. Ye got enow on yer neck to make 'em all crazed like wi' jealousy,' said the benevolent Dick, in consolation.
Pàgina 263 - The door at the top of the stairs was flung open, and a voice at once both rough and sharp, like the rasping of a file, cried : " Mary Eipson, Mary xupson! T...
Pàgina 255 - When all had been told there was a silence for a minute or so; and then, in a tone very different from his usual dictatorial one, but still resolute and firm, Mr.