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"Sincerity, sir! nothing of the sort," she exclaimed, angrily, "it is sheer wickedness. There can be no true black eyes now for you in the world, but, as you like them, I am very glad of it." "You are mistaken, lovely Christine, for I have the means of ascertaining the truth." "What means?"
I was afraid lest she should leave her old comrade to come to my bed and sleep with me, and I did not know how far the worthy captain would have put up with such a joke. I wished, of course, to possess that lovely creature, but I wanted everything to be settled amicably, for I felt some respect for the brave officer.
And you will remark that those young persons with whom your lovely daughter, Miss Smith, will pursue her musical studies, are all, in a moral point of view, as spotless as that charming young lady. How should it be otherwise?
"I never thought of such a pretty play as that, but I was very happy as a child playing with my with my sister. I had a dear, dear sister, Star. Would you like to hear about her?" "Yes," said Star, with wondering eyes. "Was she a little girl?" "Such a lovely little girl!" said the lady. "Her hair was dark, but her eyes were like yours, Star, blue and soft.
He loved to take a familiar idea fixed in a familiar phrase, and write a lovely musical variation on the theme. I do not think he ever wrote anything more beautiful than his setting of the phrase "Over the hills and far away," which appealed to his memory much as the three words "Far-far-away" affected Tennyson.
They are not a bad set the men, I mean if you keep them off their hobbies; and we managed to do that, I think." "Yes, I noticed you managed them very well, sir," said Stafford. "What a lovely night."
Neither with the worldly nor the unworldly woman could the ladies do anything. But they were soon to have their triumph. A delicious morning had followed the lovely night. The stream flowed under Evan's eyes, like something in a lower sphere, now.
Good-by, until we meet at the church, Lord Arondelle," she said, as she floated from the room in her bridal robe, and vail. "Who says that she is not beautiful, belies her? She is lovely in person and in spirit," murmured the young marquis, as he took up his hat to leave the house.
The next morning, or rather the earlier part of it, he devoted, when he was not thinking about Angela, to arranging his goods and chattels in his small domain, to examining the lovely scenery of Dartmouth harbour the sight of which is enough to make any outward-bound individual bitterly regret his determination to quit his native land and to inspecting the outward man of his fellow-passengers with that icy stolidity which characterizes the true-born Briton.
King, who had a lower seat, attentively watched the waves lapping the rocks at their feet, and the fine profile and trim figure of the girl against the sky. He thought he had never seen her looking more lovely, and yet he had a sense that she never was so remote from him.
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