Villette: In three volumes..., Volum 3Smith, Elder & Company, 1853 - 350 sider |
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Side 135 - Distincter even than these scenic details stood the chief figure — Cunegonde, the sorceress ! Malevola, the evil fairy. How was she ? She might be three feet high, but she had no shape ; her skinny hands rested upon each other, and pressed the gold knob of a wandlike ivory staff. Her face was large, set, not upon her shoulders, but before her breast ; she seemed to have no neck...
Side 275 - I kept a place for him, too— a place of which I never took the measure, either by rule or compass : I think it was like the tent of Peri-Banou. All my life long I carried it folded in the hollow of my hand — yet, released from that hold and constriction, I know not but its innate capacity for expanse might have magnified it into a tabernacle for a host. Forbearing as he was to-night, I could not stay in this proximity; this dangerous place and seat must be given up: I watched my opportunity,...
Side 145 - ... all these little incidents, taken as they fell out, seemed each independent of its successor ; a handful of loose beads : but threaded through by that quick-shot and crafty glance of a Jesuit-eye, they dropped pendent in a long string, like that rosary on the prie-dieu.
Side 348 - The sun passes the equinox; the days shorten, the leaves grow sere; but - he is coming. Frosts appear at night; November has sent his fogs in advance; the wind takes its autumn moan; but - he is coming.
Side 347 - All Rome could not put into him bigotry, nor the Propaganda itself make him a real Jesuit. He was born honest, and not false — artless, and not cunning — a freeman, and not a slave. His tenderness had rendered him ductile in a priest's hands, his affection, his devotedness, his sincere pious enthusiasm blinded his kind eyes sometimes, made him abandon justice to himself to do the work of craft, and serve the ends of...
Side 291 - Titaness among deities ! the covered outline of thine aspect sickens often through its uncertainty, but define to us one trait, show us one lineament, clear in awful sincerity ; we may gasp in untold terror, but with that gasp we drink in a breath of thy divinity ; our heart shakes, and its currents sway like rivers lifted by earthquake, but we have swallowed strength. To see and know the worst is to take from Fear her main advantage. The Walravens' party, augmented in numbers, now became very gay.
Side 350 - Peace, be still ! Oh ! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered — not uttered till, when the hush came, some could not feel it : till, when the sun returned, his light was night to some ! That is a highly-wrought passage.
Side 19 - emportement," this " chaleur " — generous, perhaps, but excessive — would yet, he feared, do me a mischief. It was a pity : I was not — he believed, in his soul — wholly without good qualities ; and would I but hear reason, and be more sedate, more sober, less
Side 155 - I sat bent over my desk, drawing — that is, copying an elaborate line engraving, tediously working up my copy to the finish of the original, for that was my practical notion of art...