The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée, 2. sējumsEdward Bull, 1833 |
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126. lappuse
... Delorme , became reconciled to her condition . That she could be happy was impossible , but the pangs of mental suffering became at length so blunted , and her sensibility so deadened , that , though she had ceased to enjoy , she had ...
... Delorme , became reconciled to her condition . That she could be happy was impossible , but the pangs of mental suffering became at length so blunted , and her sensibility so deadened , that , though she had ceased to enjoy , she had ...
127. lappuse
... Delorme , at length seemed to chequer the gloominess of her condition with a faint ray of satisfaction , and dissipated by degrees that morbid heaviness of thought and reflection to which , upon her arrival at her new abode , she had ...
... Delorme , at length seemed to chequer the gloominess of her condition with a faint ray of satisfaction , and dissipated by degrees that morbid heaviness of thought and reflection to which , upon her arrival at her new abode , she had ...
128. lappuse
... Delorme finished his education by availing himself of the last benefit of a Ger- man university . He was now a young man of one - and - twenty , vigorous in constitution , of acute understanding , and of a generous , though somewhat ...
... Delorme finished his education by availing himself of the last benefit of a Ger- man university . He was now a young man of one - and - twenty , vigorous in constitution , of acute understanding , and of a generous , though somewhat ...
129. lappuse
... Delorme was naturally im- petuous , and that his mother was at once the pride of his heart , and the centre of his affections . The most transient thought that conveyed the least imaginable imputation upon her , would have been to him ...
... Delorme was naturally im- petuous , and that his mother was at once the pride of his heart , and the centre of his affections . The most transient thought that conveyed the least imaginable imputation upon her , would have been to him ...
130. lappuse
... Delorme that her son had killed an officer in a duel . She instantly entered his chamber , where he was seated upon the bed , bathed in tears . There was a slight quiver on her lip and a hurried movement in her gait as she entered ...
... Delorme that her son had killed an officer in a duel . She instantly entered his chamber , where he was seated upon the bed , bathed in tears . There was a slight quiver on her lip and a hurried movement in her gait as she entered ...
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