Thelma: A Norwegian PrincessMethuen, 1896 - 615 lappuses |
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247. lappuse
... Sir Francis Lennox there too ? " " Why , naturally ! " replied the beauty , with a cool smile . " He follows me everywhere like a dog ! Poor Lennie ! " Again the elder lady coughed significantly . Clara Winsleigh broke into a ringing ...
... Sir Francis Lennox there too ? " " Why , naturally ! " replied the beauty , with a cool smile . " He follows me everywhere like a dog ! Poor Lennie ! " Again the elder lady coughed significantly . Clara Winsleigh broke into a ringing ...
253. lappuse
... Sir Francis Lennox yawned and examined the handle of his cane attentively . " I suppose if Helen of Troy came driving full pelt down the Row all of a sudden , there'd be some slight sensation ! " " Dear me ! " said Clara Winsleigh ...
... Sir Francis Lennox yawned and examined the handle of his cane attentively . " I suppose if Helen of Troy came driving full pelt down the Row all of a sudden , there'd be some slight sensation ! " " Dear me ! " said Clara Winsleigh ...
254. lappuse
... Sir Francis's smile was a thoroughly amused one . " Commend me to a woman for spite ! " he said carelessly . " But I'll not presume to contradict you , Clara ! You know best , I dare say ! Ta - ta ! I'll come for you to - night , —you ...
... Sir Francis's smile was a thoroughly amused one . " Commend me to a woman for spite ! " he said carelessly . " But I'll not presume to contradict you , Clara ! You know best , I dare say ! Ta - ta ! I'll come for you to - night , —you ...
255. lappuse
... lord ! Gone to the theayter with Sir Francis Lennox . " Lord Winsleigh turned upon him sharply . " I did not ask you , Briggs , where she had gone , or who accompanied her . Have the goodness to answer my questions simply , without ...
... lord ! Gone to the theayter with Sir Francis Lennox . " Lord Winsleigh turned upon him sharply . " I did not ask you , Briggs , where she had gone , or who accompanied her . Have the goodness to answer my questions simply , without ...
285. lappuse
... Lord Winsleigh and Lorimer , —a sweetness that shows how remarkably handsome Beau can look if he chooses . He rests one hand on Lorimer's shoulder . " Why ... Sir Francis Lennox , who bites his moustache vexedly-- THE LAND OF MOCKERY . 285.
... Lord Winsleigh and Lorimer , —a sweetness that shows how remarkably handsome Beau can look if he chooses . He rests one hand on Lorimer's shoulder . " Why ... Sir Francis Lennox , who bites his moustache vexedly-- THE LAND OF MOCKERY . 285.
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Altenfjord answered arms asked beautiful better bonde Bosekop Briggs brilliant Britta Bruce-Errington cher child Clara Clupp cried dare dark dear door drew Duprèz Dyceworthy exclaimed eyes face fair father FIDE ET FIDU FIDU CIA FIDE Fjord flushed Fröken gaze gently girl glance glittering grave hair hand head heard heart husband kissed Lady Winsleigh ladyship laughed lips looked Lord Winsleigh Lorimer Lovisa Macfarlane Marcia Marvelle mind Miss Vere murmured never Neville Norway Odin Olaf Güldmar once pale passion paused Phil poor reindeer replied returned rose round Rush-Marvelle Sandy Macfarlane seemed Seiland sighed Sigurd silent Sir Francis Lennox smile sort soul sparkling stood strange sudden suddenly Svensen sweet talk tell tender Thelma thing thou thought tone turned Ulrika uncon uttered Valdemar Valkyrie Van Clupp Violet Vere voice watched wife wild woman wonder words young
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