The Inheritance, Volume 3William Blackwood, Edinburgh: and T. Cadell, London., 1824 - 387 páginas |
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Susan Ferrier. daughters . There was much to attract , and no . thing to be afraid of , and before they had been half an hour together , Gertrude felt as though she were already one of themselves . They were pressed to dine with Lady ...
Susan Ferrier. daughters . There was much to attract , and no . thing to be afraid of , and before they had been half an hour together , Gertrude felt as though she were already one of themselves . They were pressed to dine with Lady ...
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... daughter , and she had now lost the control of authority . Besides , the Countess afforded her little time or opportu- nity , to expatiate on her extravagances ; -she lived in such an unceasing whirl , that Mrs St Clair had in vain ...
... daughter , and she had now lost the control of authority . Besides , the Countess afforded her little time or opportu- nity , to expatiate on her extravagances ; -she lived in such an unceasing whirl , that Mrs St Clair had in vain ...
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... clocks and watches are always wrong " -as they told a different tale- " it can- not be more than seven . ” But just then Mrs St Clair entered , and the mother and the daughter exchanged their morning salutations . The 102 THE INHERITANCE .
... clocks and watches are always wrong " -as they told a different tale- " it can- not be more than seven . ” But just then Mrs St Clair entered , and the mother and the daughter exchanged their morning salutations . The 102 THE INHERITANCE .
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... daughter seated at her harp in her morning dress , and the Countess , hastily rising , said she was just going to commence her toilette- " But I dine with Lady Peverly , who is always late . ” " And then what else ? " asked Mrs St Clair ...
... daughter seated at her harp in her morning dress , and the Countess , hastily rising , said she was just going to commence her toilette- " But I dine with Lady Peverly , who is always late . ” " And then what else ? " asked Mrs St Clair ...
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... daughter out of London . But , before she had an opportunity of beginning an oration on the subject , Lady Rossville held out her cousin's let- ter to her , saying , — " By - the - bye , mama , do you know Mr Bauld , the minister of ...
... daughter out of London . But , before she had an opportunity of beginning an oration on the subject , Lady Rossville held out her cousin's let- ter to her , saying , — " By - the - bye , mama , do you know Mr Bauld , the minister of ...
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Página 138 - ... joined To give your life more harmony. You lived there Secure, and innocent, beloved of all ; Praised for your hospitality, and prayed for : You might be envied ; but malice knew Not where you dwelt. I would not prophesy, But leave to your own apprehension, What may succeed your change. Lady B. You do imagine, No doubt, you have talked wisely, and confuted London past all defence.
Página 358 - ... very humane and learned, but enthusiastic writer. It is an attempt to save the credit of human nature. Without seeking to enter into the dread question of moral responsibility, we may in some degree extenuate, without excusing, the crimes of the persecutors, by ascribing them to virtual insanity. In considering the actions of the mind, it should never be forgotten, that its affections pass into each other like the tints of the rainbow : though we can easily distinguish them when they have assumed...
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Página 287 - This law, though custom now diverts the course, As nature's institute, is yet in force ; Uncancell'd, though disused ; and he, whose mind Is virtuous, is alone of noble kind ; Though poor in fortune, of celestial race ; And he commits the crime who calls him base.
Página 179 - This is the state of man : in prosperous fortune A shadow, passing light, throws to the ground Joy's baseless fabric : in adversity Comes malice with a sponge moistened in gall, And wipes each beauteous character away : More than the first this melts my soul to pity.