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Page 103 - Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep: So runs the world away.
Page 74 - I KNOW a maiden fair to see, Take care ! She can both false and friendly be, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She is fooling thee ! She has two eyes, so soft and brown, Take care ! She gives a side-glance and looks down, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She is fooling thee...
Page 291 - Tis good to be merry and wise, 'Tis good to be honest and true, 'Tis good to be off wi' the auld love Before one is on wi
Page 247 - I doubt it is going — yes— my valour is certainly going ! — it is sneaking off ! — I feel it oozing out as it were at the palms of my hands ! Sir Luc.
Page 181 - ... he looked as if he had just stepped out of one of the great worm-eaten frames in the old picture-gallery that occupied a whole wing of the building.
Page 311 - Fielding after that interview could hardly have believed that he was the same man who had risen that day pale and weary and hopeless. A bright light was in his eyes, a smile played on his mouth, and hope lived in his heart, for he had heard words whose potent influence, he thought, would have snatched him even from the jaws of the grave. He had heard that Sybil loved him, and that he or death would alone possess her ! And he never doubted that she would live. His Sybil, so beautiful and so bright...
Page 283 - I'll have no interlopers in my house. Sooner than give up the unspeakable bliss of watching over Miss Warriner's welfare, you prefer to place an eternal barrier between you and me. Paul, you have never loved me, and I have been a fool to believe that you did !' she exclaimed passionately with scorn, and she swept haughtily past him towards the door. Fielding caught her dress and arrested her steps. She glanced hastily at his white face and working lips, and stood still. ' I have chosen between you...
Page 312 - I am here ; no one can separate us now, my own — my wife !' ' Wife !' The last word struck a chord in her wandering brain. Shivering all over, she started from his hold, and clasping her poor thin hands together, fixed her gaze on his face. ' Wife ! Sir Courtenay, no, no ; not your wife ! I cannot, I dare not be your wife, for I love Paul — Paul who is dead — crushed ! But I shall see him again ; not here, but there !' and she pointed upwards, opening her eyes wide.
Page 284 - I shall never write to you !' she said coldly and curtly. And Fielding, without another look towards her, took up his hat and strode out of the room. The treatment he had received revealed a new phase in the character of the woman he loved, that startled him and caused a bitterness of spirit that length of time would alone smoothe away. ' Paul, forgive me ! Come back,
Page 293 - ... flowers, with her ripe red lips and rich glowing cheeks; while an old lady seated by the window in a capacious arm-chair watched her evolutions with a pleased expression. ' Daisy, my child, one would think that some grand gala event was in prospect, by the pains you are taking to ornament the room,' Mrs. Fielding remarked with a smile. Paul's mother had been a celebrated beauty in her youth, and age, although it had whitened her nut-brown hair and placed a few lines on her placid brow, had failed...