John Halifax, GentlemanHarper & Brothers, publishers, Franklin Square., 1859 - 499 pages |
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Page 11
... Miss Ursula . " " But I will ! " And there stood the little girl , with a loaf in one hand , and a carving - knife in the other . She succeeded in cutting off a large slice , and holding it out . " Take it , poor boy ! -you look so ...
... Miss Ursula . " " But I will ! " And there stood the little girl , with a loaf in one hand , and a carving - knife in the other . She succeeded in cutting off a large slice , and holding it out . " Take it , poor boy ! -you look so ...
Page 117
... Miss March . " Upon which , Miss March shut the door at once , and vanished . She wore a grey silken gown . I glanced at John , but he did not see me ; his eyes were fixed on the door , which had disclosed and concealed the momentary ...
... Miss March . " Upon which , Miss March shut the door at once , and vanished . She wore a grey silken gown . I glanced at John , but he did not see me ; his eyes were fixed on the door , which had disclosed and concealed the momentary ...
Page 119
... Miss March might possibly have been watching him likewise . I spent the whole long day alone in the cottage parlor , chiefly meditating ; though more than once friendly Mrs. Tod broke in upon my solitude . She treated me in a mo therly ...
... Miss March might possibly have been watching him likewise . I spent the whole long day alone in the cottage parlor , chiefly meditating ; though more than once friendly Mrs. Tod broke in upon my solitude . She treated me in a mo therly ...
Page 122
... Miss March . " " It is she , " said John , so indifferently that I suspect that fact had presented itself to him for at least two minutes before I found it out . " There's certainly a fatality about your meeting her . " " Not the least ...
... Miss March . " " It is she , " said John , so indifferently that I suspect that fact had presented itself to him for at least two minutes before I found it out . " There's certainly a fatality about your meeting her . " " Not the least ...
Page 123
... Miss March . She saw us , and we had a distinct sight of her . I was right we and our contiguity were not of the smallest importance to Miss March . Her fresh morning roses did not deepen , nor her eyes droop , as she looked for moment ...
... Miss March . She saw us , and we had a distinct sight of her . I was right we and our contiguity were not of the smallest importance to Miss March . Her fresh morning roses did not deepen , nor her eyes droop , as she looked for moment ...
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