Ellen Glanville, Volume 1E.L. Carey and A. Hart, 1838 |
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... voice faltered , and she suddenly paused . The change did not last ; the next moment she was con- versing with greater spirit than before . " So Frederick Percival has been making a brilliant speech to - night " said Charles Dalrymple ...
... voice faltered , and she suddenly paused . The change did not last ; the next moment she was con- versing with greater spirit than before . " So Frederick Percival has been making a brilliant speech to - night " said Charles Dalrymple ...
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... voice almost sinking to a whisper as he drew back to let her pass . " Let me go with you , Lady Ellen , " cried Miss Beaumont ; " I ought to look for mamma ; I wonder where she is likely to be ? Lord Raymond , have you seen mamma ...
... voice almost sinking to a whisper as he drew back to let her pass . " Let me go with you , Lady Ellen , " cried Miss Beaumont ; " I ought to look for mamma ; I wonder where she is likely to be ? Lord Raymond , have you seen mamma ...
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... voice was heard petitioning for leave to enter , and , as usual , Mrs. Renardin allowed herself to be pacified , and to listen to the adventures " the children " had to tell . Those were happy days . Another year , and time had done its ...
... voice was heard petitioning for leave to enter , and , as usual , Mrs. Renardin allowed herself to be pacified , and to listen to the adventures " the children " had to tell . Those were happy days . Another year , and time had done its ...
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... glance of Frederick , her voice faltered as she named him . In vain he tried to turn from the convic tion that her love was his ; and when at her father's house , he witnessed the agitation she could no longer conceal , ELLEN GLANVILLE .
... glance of Frederick , her voice faltered as she named him . In vain he tried to turn from the convic tion that her love was his ; and when at her father's house , he witnessed the agitation she could no longer conceal , ELLEN GLANVILLE .
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... voice . " It “ Then I must make him over to you , as well as my letters , " said Lord Mordaunt : " go to him , love , in the drawing - room ; I am too tired to see him now . " Ellen obeyed , and as her father kissed and fondly blessed ...
... voice . " It “ Then I must make him over to you , as well as my letters , " said Lord Mordaunt : " go to him , love , in the drawing - room ; I am too tired to see him now . " Ellen obeyed , and as her father kissed and fondly blessed ...
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