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"And I shall be here, on your Highness' recommendation, to see the sunrise " "Of course," said the Grand Duke, "to see the sunrise, but with a portmanteau!" The Baroness was silent. "With a portmanteau," entreated the Grand Duke. "I am a connoisseur of portmanteaux. Say that I may see yours, Amalia." The Baroness was silent. "Say yes, Amalia.
Even while he could see Amalia sleeping in the cabin, and could feel her soft breath on his cheek, could feel her in his arms, could hear her prayers for Larry Kildene's safety as at that moment he might be coming to them, he knew that the mighty river of his love must be held back by a masterful will must be dammed back until its floods deepened into an ocean of tranquillity while he rose above his loneliness and his fierce longing, loving her, yet making no avowal, holding her in his heart, yet never disturbing her peace of spirit by his own heart's tumult, clinging to her night and day, yet relinquishing her.
"Gott der Barmherzige! I knew she was the thief," cried Amalia Ivanovna, throwing up her hands. "You knew it?" Luzhin caught her up, "then I suppose you had some reason before this for thinking so. I beg you, worthy Amalia Ivanovna, to remember your words which have been uttered before witnesses." There was a buzz of loud conversation on all sides. All were in movement.
But if Harry King is my son, then he is all the more a liar and a coward if the claim against him is true. I can't have it so." "It is not so. He is no liar and no coward." Amalia spoke with finality. "I tell you if he is not my son, then he is the son of the man who hated me but even that man will not own him as his son.
But still he persisted, "Amalia never mind what your father thought; tell me your own faith." Then she grew grave, "My faith is just God. In the all. Seeing feeling knowing with us for us never away in the deep night of sorrow understanding. In the far wilderness hearing. In the terror and remorse of the heart when we weep for sin loving.
Her mother sat in one of her trancelike moods, apparently seeing nothing around her, and Amalia took Larry to one side and spoke in low tones. "Sir Kildene, I have thought much, and at last it seems to me right to part with these. It is little that we have and no money, only these. What they are worth I have no knowledge. Mother may know, but to her I say nothing.
But now that it was past and they were all unhurt except for Amalia's accident, they made light of it. He dragged in the box, and before he left them that night he prepared Larry's gun, and told Amalia to let nothing frighten her. "Don't leave the bunk, nor put your foot to the ground. Fire the gun at the slightest disturbance, and I will surely hear. I have another in the shed.
He sojourned some time in Dresden, whither his reputation had preceded him, and where he was cordially and familiarly received, not only by the foreign residents, but at the prim and antiquated little court of King Frederick Augustus and Queen Amalia. Of Irving at this time Mrs.
As they could not carry on a long conversation in the house without being interrupted every moment by Amalia or the old man, Christophe proposed that they should go for a walk one evening after dinner. Leonard was too polite to refuse, although he would gladly have got out of it, for his indolent nature disliked walking, talking, and anything that cost him an effort.
<b>DUPRÉ, AMALIA.</b> Corresponding member of the Academy of Fine Arts, Florence, and of the Academy of Perugia. Born in Florence, 1845. Pupil of her father, Giovanni Dupré, who detected her artistic promise in her childish attempts at modelling. She has executed a number of notable sepulchral monuments, one for Adèle Stiacchi; one for the daughter of the Duchess Ravaschieri, in Naples, which represents the "Madonna Receiving an Angel in her Arms"; it is praised for its subject and for the action of the figures. "A Sister of Charity" for the tomb of the Cavaliere Aleotti is her work, and for the tomb of her parents, at Fiesole, she reproduced "La Piet
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