The Silence of Dean Maitland, Volume 1Kegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1887 - 349 pages |
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... , looking at the nearly empty wagon , which she had seen pass in the morning filled with straw . William turned slowly round and gazed inquiringly at the wagon , as if struck by a new idea , for some 8 THE SILENCE OF DEAN MAITLAND .
... , looking at the nearly empty wagon , which she had seen pass in the morning filled with straw . William turned slowly round and gazed inquiringly at the wagon , as if struck by a new idea , for some 8 THE SILENCE OF DEAN MAITLAND .
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... morning he never saw a better- groomed and handsomer team than yours . " William went on silently arranging Alma's seat , and stowing her parcels for her ; but a smile dawned at the corners of his mouth , and gradually spread itself ...
... morning he never saw a better- groomed and handsomer team than yours . " William went on silently arranging Alma's seat , and stowing her parcels for her ; but a smile dawned at the corners of his mouth , and gradually spread itself ...
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... morning . " " I am so glad you remembered , " replied Lilian ; " I have the greatest desire to gain some influence over Alma Lee . Do you know , Cyril , she is a girl of no common character . No one in the least suspects what that girl ...
... morning . " " I am so glad you remembered , " replied Lilian ; " I have the greatest desire to gain some influence over Alma Lee . Do you know , Cyril , she is a girl of no common character . No one in the least suspects what that girl ...
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... morning Cyril did not appear till the end of breakfast , and then took nothing but a cup of coffee . 99 " Really , Cyril , I did think Sunday at least was a feast - day ! cried Everard , pausing in his own manful assault on a well ...
... morning Cyril did not appear till the end of breakfast , and then took nothing but a cup of coffee . 99 " Really , Cyril , I did think Sunday at least was a feast - day ! cried Everard , pausing in his own manful assault on a well ...
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... wrong for love of you , and God will punish me . But you are sorry , and will be forgiven . Farewell for Your broken - hearted ever . A. " The gracious light of the wintry morning seemed to fade 70 THE SILENCE OF DEAN MAITLAND .
... wrong for love of you , and God will punish me . But you are sorry , and will be forgiven . Farewell for Your broken - hearted ever . A. " The gracious light of the wintry morning seemed to fade 70 THE SILENCE OF DEAN MAITLAND .
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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...