The Silence of Dean Maitland, Volume 1Kegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1887 - 349 pages |
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... turned once more to the gate , and appeared a very statue of contemplation by the time a dog - cart , drawn by a high - stepping chestnut , and driven by a spick - and - span groom , fair - haired and well - featured , drew up beside ...
... turned once more to the gate , and appeared a very statue of contemplation by the time a dog - cart , drawn by a high - stepping chestnut , and driven by a spick - and - span groom , fair - haired and well - featured , drew up beside ...
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... turned her back upon the mortified youth , and appeared lost in the charms of landscape . " Well , darn it ! if you won't come , you won't ; that's flat !, " the young man exclaimed , angrily . " This is your nasty pride , Miss Alma ...
... turned her back upon the mortified youth , and appeared lost in the charms of landscape . " Well , darn it ! if you won't come , you won't ; that's flat !, " the young man exclaimed , angrily . " This is your nasty pride , Miss Alma ...
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... turned round to look at Alma , and shook out a little peal of bells , which roused the emulation of his four broth- ers , who each shook out a little chime on his own account ; while the wagoner glanced slowly round the vast horizon ...
... turned round to look at Alma , and shook out a little peal of bells , which roused the emulation of his four broth- ers , who each shook out a little chime on his own account ; while the wagoner glanced slowly round the vast horizon ...
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... turned , a shower of confused harmony fell in dropping sweetness from the bells , and with creaking and groaning , and nodding heads , and rhythmic blending of paces and music , the wagon THE SILENCE OF DEAN MAITLAND . 9.
... turned , a shower of confused harmony fell in dropping sweetness from the bells , and with creaking and groaning , and nodding heads , and rhythmic blending of paces and music , the wagon THE SILENCE OF DEAN MAITLAND . 9.
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... turned his back on the wagon and opened the gate , through which Alma passed quickly , followed by her protector , while the cumbrous wagon went on its way to the rhythmic jangle of the sweetly clashing bells , and William trudged ...
... turned his back on the wagon and opened the gate , through which Alma passed quickly , followed by her protector , while the cumbrous wagon went on its way to the rhythmic jangle of the sweetly clashing bells , and William trudged ...
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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...