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Side 17
His father would gladly have brought him up to his own profession , that of the
law , but Thomas showing considerable disinclination to the necessary studies ,
he had placed him in his friend ' s counting - house with the hope that that might
suit ...
His father would gladly have brought him up to his own profession , that of the
law , but Thomas showing considerable disinclination to the necessary studies ,
he had placed him in his friend ' s counting - house with the hope that that might
suit ...
Side 23
But mere human aid he had none to bestow ; no warmth , no heartening , no
hope . Mr . Simon bowed solemnly , and shook hands with Mrs . Worboise . “ How
are you to - night , Mrs . Worboise ? ” he said , glancing round the room , however
.
But mere human aid he had none to bestow ; no warmth , no heartening , no
hope . Mr . Simon bowed solemnly , and shook hands with Mrs . Worboise . “ How
are you to - night , Mrs . Worboise ? ” he said , glancing round the room , however
.
Side 31
... which gave him the appearance of laughing down at everything ; his chin
nowise remarkable . And there , reader , I hope you have him . I ought to have
mentioned that no one ever saw his teeth , though to judge from his
performances at the ...
... which gave him the appearance of laughing down at everything ; his chin
nowise remarkable . And there , reader , I hope you have him . I ought to have
mentioned that no one ever saw his teeth , though to judge from his
performances at the ...
Side 44
... all — without end or goal save that towards which it is driven purposeless ! Not
till a hope is born such that its fulfilment depends upon the will of him who
cherishes it , does a man begin to develop the stuff out of which a tale can be
wrought .
... all — without end or goal save that towards which it is driven purposeless ! Not
till a hope is born such that its fulfilment depends upon the will of him who
cherishes it , does a man begin to develop the stuff out of which a tale can be
wrought .
Side 102
I hope so , " answered Mattie , demurely . “ Help Mr . Spelt to a herring , Mr . Kitely
. ” “ That I will , my princess . There , Mr . Spelt ! There ' s a herring with a roe
worth millions . To think now that every one of those eggs would be a fish like that
...
I hope so , " answered Mattie , demurely . “ Help Mr . Spelt to a herring , Mr . Kitely
. ” “ That I will , my princess . There , Mr . Spelt ! There ' s a herring with a roe
worth millions . To think now that every one of those eggs would be a fish like that
...
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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 |