Friendship's Offering, Volum 5

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Phillips and Sampson, 1845
 

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Side 207 - It would blanch your cheek," he said to his trembling auditress, " could I describe all that I have suffered to achieve my purpose. I would trust to none — I executed all myself. It was a glorious triumph, but due to my perseverance and my fortitude, when I and my usurping brother stood, I, the noble, he, the degraded outcast, before our sovereign." Having rapidly detailed his history, he now sought to win the favourable ear of Adalinda, who stood with averted and angry looks. He tried by the varied...
Side 212 - ... was the impostor. Missing on the morrow her who was the pledge of his safety and success, but assured that she could not have wandered far, he despatched emissaries in all directions to seek her; and himself, joining in the pursuit, followed the road she had taken, and was captured by these lawless men, who expected rich ransom from one whose appearance denoted rank and wealth. When they discovered who their prisoner was, they generously delivered him up into his brother's hands. Ferdinand and...
Side 186 - Leaning her cheek upon her hand, she thought of the dangers her lover would encounter, of her loneliness the while, of his letters, and of his return. A rustling sound now caught her ear: was it the breeze among the ilex trees? her own veil was unwaved by every wind, her tresses even, heavy in their own rich beauty only, were not lifted from her cheek. Again those sounds. Her blood retreated to her heart, and her limbs trembled. What could it mean? Suddenly the upper branches of the nearest tree...
Side 185 - Addio," and with slower steps, and more melancholy mien, rode down the mountain on his road to Naples. That same night Adalinda retired early to her apartment, dismissing her attendants; and then, restless from mingled fear and hope, she threw open the glass door that led to a balcony looking over the edge of the hill upon the torrent, whose loud rushing often lulled her to sleep; but whose waters were concealed from sight by the ilex trees, which lifted their topmost branches above the guarding...
Side 187 - His descent was difficult, but he achieved it happily, and the stave of a song, whose soft sounds rose like the smoke of incense from an altar, from the dell below, to her impatient ear, assured her of his safety. As is always the case when an account is gathered from eye-witnesses, I never could ascertain the exact date of these events. They occurred however while Murat was king of Naples, and when he raised his Italian regiments, Count Eboli, as aforesaid, became a junior officer in them, and served...
Side 66 - FRANKENSTEIN." WHY is the mind of man so apt to be swayed by contraries? why does the imagination for ever paint the impossible in glittering tints, and the hearts of wayward mortals cling, with the greatest tenacity, to what, eel-like, is bent on escaping from their grasp? Why — to bring the matter home— is solitude abhorrent to me, now that I enjoy it in perfection? I have apostrophised the coy nymph in ball-rooms, when the bright lamps of heaven were shamed by brighter earth-stars, and lamented...
Side 77 - ... them fateful and engrossing. Louis and Fanny exchanged vows; but that sufficed not. Fanny insisted on the right of treating with uniform kindness the son of her best friend, in spite of his injustice and insolence. The young men were often, during the rural festivals, brought into angry collision. Fanny was the peace-maker: but a woman is the worst possible mediator between her rival lovers. Henry was sometimes irritated to complain to his father of Louis's presumption.
Side 133 - ... and harmony, and to declare, that whenever you please, I shall be ready to conduct you over the interior of Ehrenbreitstein, promising that you shall not again run the risk of being unceremoniously turned out of its gates, or of losing your credit; and that as long as one good bottle of R'ddesheimer remains in my cellar, you shall have full leisure to recount all the garden adventures you have ever met with in the whole course of your life.
Side 126 - ... deficient in spirit, but also that of being a genteel swindler, might be cast upon me, and perhaps with some show of reason and justice. But time was wearing on, and I had to make inquiries for my missing letters of credit. Could I have lost them in the unfortunate garden on the preceding evening? no, that was impossible. Two or three hours were soon wasted in futile conjectures and unsuccessful attempts to regain my papers. At last, I determined to state my case boldly to the landlord. He generously...
Side 193 - His matted hair, his blood-shot eyes, his haggard looks, and torn and mean dress, derogated from the nobility of his appearance; and still less did he appear like the magnificent Count Eboli, when, to his utter confusion and astonishment, his counterfeit stood beside him. He was perfect in all the outward signs that denoted high birth; and so like him whom he represented, that it would have been impossible to discern one from the other apart. The same chestnut hair clustered on his brow; the sweet...

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