Kathie Brande, by Holme Lee, المجلد 1311860 |
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الصفحة 13
... Isabel was too delicate and Jean too young to stand in need of anything but home care and home tuition for some time to come ; and while my mother , by various kinds of needlework , eked out for us a slender subsistence , I initiated Isabel ...
... Isabel was too delicate and Jean too young to stand in need of anything but home care and home tuition for some time to come ; and while my mother , by various kinds of needlework , eked out for us a slender subsistence , I initiated Isabel ...
الصفحة 14
... Isabel ! " and the epithet was not inappropriate . Jean was the patient , little , loving slave to her caprices , always eager to ward off from her annoyance and offence , just as my mother had been with my father . Isabel had in every ...
... Isabel ! " and the epithet was not inappropriate . Jean was the patient , little , loving slave to her caprices , always eager to ward off from her annoyance and offence , just as my mother had been with my father . Isabel had in every ...
الصفحة 27
... Isabel with her sweet face lightly flushed , her red lips parted , and her golden brown hair escaping from her netted cap ; Jean's soft pale features smiling in her sleep , and her round , restless little arms tossed outside the ...
... Isabel with her sweet face lightly flushed , her red lips parted , and her golden brown hair escaping from her netted cap ; Jean's soft pale features smiling in her sleep , and her round , restless little arms tossed outside the ...
الصفحة 29
... Isabel would help Stephen , who is the only person cared for in this house . Stephen is first and last with every one . I am not like other girls : I never was . As a child I was always sickly , and now I am ugly , and a mere household ...
... Isabel would help Stephen , who is the only person cared for in this house . Stephen is first and last with every one . I am not like other girls : I never was . As a child I was always sickly , and now I am ugly , and a mere household ...
الصفحة 152
... Isabel were on the watch in the stone hall ; their cry of welcome brought my mother through the red door , and I was clasped close in her kind arms , and kissed over and over again in an April mood of tears and smiles . Ann was at the ...
... Isabel were on the watch in the stone hall ; their cry of welcome brought my mother through the red door , and I was clasped close in her kind arms , and kissed over and over again in an April mood of tears and smiles . Ann was at the ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
amongst Anastasie ANNE BRONTE asked aunt Aurelia bade beautiful began Berriedale Bishopton Charlie CHARLOTTE BRONTE cheerful child cried Crofton dear disappointment door Eversley eyes face fancy feel Felix Mayne felt Francis Maynard friends Froude girl glad gone grandmamma grandmother hand Hannah happy heard heart hope hour Isabel Jean Kathie Brande kissed knew lady letter Lilias listen lived Longstaff looked marriage married Milicent Pompe mind Minster minutes Miss Bootle Miss Conolly Miss Kathie Miss Tedo Miss Wilton morning mother never night old Minster pain pale passion Paul Fenton perhaps pleasant poor Post 8vo quiet Rectory Reginald Pompe remember replied round seemed shadow silent sister smile spoke Stephen stood Sybil talk tears tell thing thought told turned voice waiting walk watch weary west parlour whispered wind window wish Withers woman young
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الصفحة 16 - I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men, that fishes gnawed upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep, And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
الصفحة 16 - All scattered in the bottom of the sea : Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems, Which woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scattered by, Brak.
الصفحة 316 - That he cannot work; that he cannot get his destiny as a man fulfilled. Behold, the day is passing swiftly over, our life is passing swiftly over; and the night cometh, wherein no man can work. The night once come, our happiness, our unhappiness, — it is all abolished; vanished, clean gone; a thing that has been: 'not of the slightest consequence...
الصفحة 316 - But our work, — behold that is not abolished, that has not vanished : our work, behold, it remains, or the want of it remains ; — for endless Times and Eternities, remains ; and that is now the sole question with us...
الصفحة 162 - ... being removed from the stand, wreathed it over with green. Then I mounted the steps to garnish the old mirror between the windows, and as much as possible to hide its unsightly frame. I was singing now with all my heart, and Jean's sweet little voice chimed in. My mother sat by the fire-place, where a great Yule log was blazing, admiring our handiwork, and occasionally putting in a word of advice. Though Ann had not brought in candles, the room was full of warmth and cheerful light. The black...
الصفحة 283 - It rang through the house. The servants are all terrified.' He struck a match and lit the lamp. 'I think we may get the fire to burn up again,' he added, throwing some logs upon the embers. 'Good God, my dear chap, how white you are! You look as if you had seen a ghost.