Thelma: A Norwegian PrincessMethuen, 1896 - 615 lappuses |
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... visible universe , though , looking southward , she could dimly be perceived , the ghost of herself - a poor , fainting , pallid goddess , a perishing Diana . - Bringing his glance down from the skies , the young 6 THELMA .
... visible universe , though , looking southward , she could dimly be perceived , the ghost of herself - a poor , fainting , pallid goddess , a perishing Diana . - Bringing his glance down from the skies , the young 6 THELMA .
19. lappuse
... do not wish to hurt poor Sigurd ? " 66 ' Certainly not , if you are Sigurd , " said Philip , half laughing ; " I should be very sorry to hurt you . " ness . " You are sure ? " he persisted THE LAND OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN . 19.
... do not wish to hurt poor Sigurd ? " 66 ' Certainly not , if you are Sigurd , " said Philip , half laughing ; " I should be very sorry to hurt you . " ness . " You are sure ? " he persisted THE LAND OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN . 19.
39. lappuse
... poor servant of God . " " Ah , then you are different to many others who profess to serve the same Master , " said Duprèz , with a sourire fin that had the devil's own mockery in it . " Monsieur le bon Dieu is very impartial ! Some ...
... poor servant of God . " " Ah , then you are different to many others who profess to serve the same Master , " said Duprèz , with a sourire fin that had the devil's own mockery in it . " Monsieur le bon Dieu is very impartial ! Some ...
60. lappuse
... poor Svensen because he is alone , father ? " she said . " Is he not to be pitied ? Surely it is a cruel fate to have none to love in all the wide world . more cruel ! Nothing can be " Hear her ! " he said . Güldmar surveyed her ...
... poor Svensen because he is alone , father ? " she said . " Is he not to be pitied ? Surely it is a cruel fate to have none to love in all the wide world . more cruel ! Nothing can be " Hear her ! " he said . Güldmar surveyed her ...
75. lappuse
... poor thing , she must have very little choice of men ! He hasn't quite made up his mind , though he admits she's as fine a lass as any man need require . He's sorely afraid she has set herself to catch him , as he says she's an eye like ...
... poor thing , she must have very little choice of men ! He hasn't quite made up his mind , though he admits she's as fine a lass as any man need require . He's sorely afraid she has set herself to catch him , as he says she's an eye like ...
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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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