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Side 11
Through a glass partition , which crossed the whole of the room , Mr . Boxall , “
the governor , " might be seen at a writing - table , with his face towards the
exoteric department . All that a spectator from without could see , as he went on
writing ...
Through a glass partition , which crossed the whole of the room , Mr . Boxall , “
the governor , " might be seen at a writing - table , with his face towards the
exoteric department . All that a spectator from without could see , as he went on
writing ...
Side 12
Tom , my boy , you are late , ” said Mr . Boxall , lifting a face whose full view
considerably modified the impression I have just given . There was great
brilliance in the deep - set eyes , and a certain something , almost merriment ,
about the ...
Tom , my boy , you are late , ” said Mr . Boxall , lifting a face whose full view
considerably modified the impression I have just given . There was great
brilliance in the deep - set eyes , and a certain something , almost merriment ,
about the ...
Side 20
woman who never complained of her sufferings , and her face , perhaps in
consequence of her never desiring sympathy , was hard and unnaturally still .
Nor were her features merely still — they looked immobile , and her constant pain
was ...
woman who never complained of her sufferings , and her face , perhaps in
consequence of her never desiring sympathy , was hard and unnaturally still .
Nor were her features merely still — they looked immobile , and her constant pain
was ...
Side 22
He was a gentle , abstracted youth , with a face that looked as if its informing idea
had been for a considerable period sat upon by something ungenial . With him
the profession had become everything , and humanity never had been anything ...
He was a gentle , abstracted youth , with a face that looked as if its informing idea
had been for a considerable period sat upon by something ungenial . With him
the profession had become everything , and humanity never had been anything ...
Side 23
on the ground , his pale face rarely brightening with recognition , for he seldom
saw any passing acquaintance . When he did , he greeted him with a voice that
seemed to come from far - off shores , but came really from a bloodless ,
nerveless ...
on the ground , his pale face rarely brightening with recognition , for he seldom
saw any passing acquaintance . When he did , he greeted him with a voice that
seemed to come from far - off shores , but came really from a bloodless ,
nerveless ...
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answered asked beautiful began believe better Boxall child comfortable coming course court cross daughter don't door doubt entered eyes face fact father feeling felt followed girl give gone half hand head hear heart hold hope hour human keep kind Kitely knew lady least leave London looked Lucy Mary matter Mattie mean mind Miss Molken morning mother nature never night once passed perhaps poor Poppie question reached reader ready returned rose round seemed seen side Simon snow soon speak Spelt spoke stand Stopper story streets suppose sure tailor talk tell there's thing Thomas thought told took turned walked watch whole wife wind wish Wither wont Worboise young
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Side 264 - ... like the birds of the air and the lilies of the field, without care.
Side 275 - And I brought him to thy disciples, and they could not cure him 17 Then Jesus answered and said, O faithless and perverse generation, how long shall I be with you? how long shall I suffer you? bring him hither to me. 18 And Jesus rebuked the devil; and he departed out of him: and the child was cured from that very hour.
Side 255 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Side 136 - I should like much better to stay here a while," said Lucy, half vexed and a little offended. But Thomas did not heed her. He led the way up Oxford Street. She had dropped his arm, and now walked by his side. " A nice lover to have ! " I think I hear some of my girl-readers say. But he was not so bad as this always, or even gentle-tempered Lucy would have quarrelled with him, if it had been only for the sake of getting rid of him. The weight of yesterday was upon him. — And while they were walking...
Side 245 - Over the arches let there be an entire hedge of some four foot high, framed also upon carpenter's work ; and upon the upper hedge, over every arch a little turret, with a belly enough to receive a cage of birds : and over every space between the arches some other little figure, with broad plates of round coloured glass gilt for the sun to play upon.
Side 216 - She did not torment her soul, her nights were not sleepless with the fear that her boy should be unlike Christ, that he might do that which was mean, selfish, dishonest, cowardly, vile, but with the fear that he was or might be doomed to an eternal suffering.
Side 283 - ... and would never have been what it was, in rapport always with the facts of nature and life, if it had been only a feminine response to his. Men like women to reflect them, no doubt ; but the woman who can only reflect a man, and is nothing in herself, will never be of much service to him.
Side 234 - Just accord all music makes ; In thee just accord excelleth, Where each part in such peace dwelleth, One of other beauty takes. Since, then, truth to all minds telleth That in thee lives harmony, Heart and soul do sing in me. O...
Side 7 - I've got it ? But that's not the point. It's the trowsers. When I feel miserable about myself " " Nonsense, Charles ! you never do." "But I do, though. I want something I haven't got often enough. And, for the life of me, I don't know what it is. Sometimes I think it's a wife. Sometimes I think it's freedom to do whatever I please. Sometimes I think it's a bottle of claret and a jolly good laugh. But to return to the trowsers.
Side 20 - ... shine. She was one of those who think the Deity jealous of the amount of love bestowed upon other human beings, even by their own parents, and therefore struggle to keep down their deepest and holiest emotions, regarding them not merely as weakness but as positive sin, and likely to be most hurtful to the object on which they are permitted to expend themselves.
Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | Guild court, Utgave 208,Volum 1 Guild court, George Macdonald |
| Forfatter | George Macdonald |
| distribuert | 1868 |
| Original fra | Oxford University |
| Digitalisert | 18. jul 2006 |
| Eksporter sitat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |