The Silence of Dean Maitland, Volume 1Kegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1887 - 349 pages |
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... surface , but sullen with the heavy roar of the ground - swell be- neath . Here and there , in the breaks of wood and forest on the horizon , Alma's accustomed eyes saw some faint gray touches 4 THE SILENCE OF DEAN MAITLAND .
... surface , but sullen with the heavy roar of the ground - swell be- neath . Here and there , in the breaks of wood and forest on the horizon , Alma's accustomed eyes saw some faint gray touches 4 THE SILENCE OF DEAN MAITLAND .
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... eyes and well - formed features , reposeful and indifferent as they were at the moment , suggested latent vehemence and passion . Her hands and feet were large , the former bare and wrapped in the gay shawl for warmth . Alma was not ...
... eyes and well - formed features , reposeful and indifferent as they were at the moment , suggested latent vehemence and passion . Her hands and feet were large , the former bare and wrapped in the gay shawl for warmth . Alma was not ...
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... eyes , the hair on the massive neck being tied here and there with bows of bright woolen ribbon . Each tail was carefully plaited at its spring from the powerful haunches for a few inches ; then it was tied with another bright knot ...
... eyes , the hair on the massive neck being tied here and there with bows of bright woolen ribbon . Each tail was carefully plaited at its spring from the powerful haunches for a few inches ; then it was tied with another bright knot ...
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... eyes , and rosy , dimpled cheeks , making her appear more than ever as if her gaudy dress was but a disguise assumed for a frolic . Her almond - shaped , rather melancholy eyes sparkled as she looked in the young carter's stolid face ...
... eyes , and rosy , dimpled cheeks , making her appear more than ever as if her gaudy dress was but a disguise assumed for a frolic . Her almond - shaped , rather melancholy eyes sparkled as she looked in the young carter's stolid face ...
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... eyes , the most striking feature of his face , were of that rare , dazzling light blue which can only be compared to a cloudless noon sky in June , when the pale , intense blue seems penetrated to overflowing with floods of vivid light ...
... eyes , the most striking feature of his face , were of that rare , dazzling light blue which can only be compared to a cloudless noon sky in June , when the pale , intense blue seems penetrated to overflowing with floods of vivid light ...
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Page 92 - The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 291 - ... not an open enemy, that hath done me this dishonour : for then I could have borne it.
Page 256 - The image of his Maker, hope to win by't? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues: be just and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell!
Page 101 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Page 235 - ... reached the steps, and, descending them, found to his dismay that the gate was locked. CHAPTER V. THERE is almost always some small but vitally important hitch in the best-laid human plans, and the hitch in Balfour's arrangement was that he forgot the nightly locking of the gate leading on to the bastion. He had approached the tree from the other side, passing the sentries, being challenged by them, and giving the word in reply. Everard knew the bastion, and had had many a pleasant stroll there...
Page 79 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Page 203 - Maxwelton braes are bonnie Where early fa's the dew, And it's there that Annie Laurie Gie'd me her promise true— Gie'd me her promise true, Which ne'er forgot will be; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doune and dee.
Page 337 - Then he took from his pocket a piece of folded paper, which he held in his left hand, as if it were some talisman, and found strength to begin. CHAPTER IX. As he opened his lips, a vision of the little church at Malbourne rushed swiftly before his mental gaze. He saw the familiar faces clustered about the heavy gray pillars, and the reverend figure of his father in the ancient pulpit, and all the holy counsels uttered in that father's beloved voice came upon him in one moment; but he did not know...
Page 333 - O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!"—words so nobly simple in their unutterable sorrow.
Page 251 - I was a stranger, and ye took me in ; naked, and ye clothed me ; sick and in prison and ye visited me...