| 1828 - 454 páginas
...frown— without alarm ; but now the idea that my Josephine may be unwell — the idea that she may be ill — and, above all, the cruel, the fatal thought, that she may love me less, withers my soul, stops my blood, renders me sad, cast down, and leaves me not even... | |
| Tobias Merton - 1824 - 488 páginas
...without a frown, without alarm ; but now the idea that my Josephine may be unwell, the idea that she may be ill, and above all the cruel, the fatal thought, that she may love me less, withers my soul, stops my blood, renders me sad, cast down, and leaves me not even... | |
| Tobias Merton (pseud) - 1824 - 480 páginas
...without a frown, without alarm ; but now tlie idea that my Josephine may be unwell, the idea that she may be ill, and above all the cruel, the fatal thought, that she may love me less, withers my soul, stops my blood, renders me sad, cast down, and leaves me not even... | |
| Walter Scott - 1827 - 372 páginas
...frown, without alarm ; — but now the idea that my Josephine may be unwell, the idea that the may be ill, and, above all, the cruel, the fatal thought, that she may love me less, withers my soul, stops my blood, renders me sad, cast down, and leaves me not even... | |
| Walter Scott - 1835 - 456 páginas
...a frown, without alarm. - But now, the idea that my Josephine may be unwell, the idea that she may be ill, and, above all, the cruel, the fatal thought, that she may love me less, withers my soul, stops my blood, renders me sad, cast down, and leaves me not even... | |
| William Huffington - 1839 - 500 páginas
...a frown, without alarm; — but now the idea that my Josephine may be unwell, the idea that she may be ill, and, above all, the cruel, the fatal thought, that she may love me less, withers my soul, stops my blood, renders me sad, cast down, and leaves me not even... | |
| Walter Scott - 1858 - 884 páginas
...a frown, without alarm ;—but now the idea that my Joséphine may be unwell, the idea that she may be ill, and, above all, the cruel, the fatal thought, that she may love me less, withers my soul, stops my blood, renders me sad, cast down, and leaves me not even... | |
| Sir Walter Scott - 1876 - 430 páginas
...without a frown, without alarm. But now, the idea that my Josephine may be unwell, the idea that she may be ill, and, above all, the cruel, the fatal thought, that she may love me less, withers my soul, stops my blood, renders me sad, cast down, and leaves me not even... | |
| Lionel Strachey - 1909 - 380 páginas
...have in store for me, I have gazed steadfastly on the most incredible misfortunes without a wrin19 kle on my brow or a vestige of surprise. But today the...she might love me less, blights my soul, stops my pulse, makes me wretched and dejected, without even leaving me the courage of fury and despair. I often... | |
| John Holland Rose - 1912 - 416 páginas
...Lecture I. •' Sometimes, when casting my eyes on the ills which men might do me, on the fate which destiny might have in store for me, I have gazed steadfastly...without a wrinkle on my brow, or a vestige of surprise." He wrote those words shortly before his first battle, at Montenotte. By degrees he discovered his strength... | |
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