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... 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 trousers . " " Now leave my trousers alone . It's quite disgusting to treat serious ...
... 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 trousers . " " Now leave my trousers alone . It's quite disgusting to treat serious ...
Side 37
... Wife must put another leaf yet in the table , " he said to himself , as Thomas retired to his desk . " Thirteen's not lucky , though ; but one is sure to be absent . " CHAPTER IV . The Boxalls ' Dinner . O one Expostulation . 37.
... Wife must put another leaf yet in the table , " he said to himself , as Thomas retired to his desk . " Thirteen's not lucky , though ; but one is sure to be absent . " CHAPTER IV . The Boxalls ' Dinner . O one Expostulation . 37.
Side 63
... wife was a great support to him under what he felt as a slight to himself and the whole race of Boxalls ; but he began , notwithstanding , to look upon his beloved fields with a jaundiced eye , and the older he grew the more they ...
... wife was a great support to him under what he felt as a slight to himself and the whole race of Boxalls ; but he began , notwithstanding , to look upon his beloved fields with a jaundiced eye , and the older he grew the more they ...
Side 65
... wife . This was easily arranged . But the late yeoman moped more than ever , and died within a twelvemonth , leav- VOL . I. F ing his money to his wife . As soon as More about Guild Court . 65.
... wife . This was easily arranged . But the late yeoman moped more than ever , and died within a twelvemonth , leav- VOL . I. F ing his money to his wife . As soon as More about Guild Court . 65.
Side 66
George Macdonald. ing his money to his wife . As soon as he was laid in his natural inheritance of land cubical , his widow went up to London to her son Richard , who was by this time the chief manager of the business of Messrs . Blunt ...
George Macdonald. ing his money to his wife . As soon as he was laid in his natural inheritance of land cubical , his widow went up to London to her son Richard , who was by this time the chief manager of the business of Messrs . Blunt ...
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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.