 D' ye think I need to be told it ? She was too far above me before, and now she is gone quite out of my reach. But why come and fling it in my face ? Can't you give a poor, undone man one hour to draw his breath in trouble ? And when you know I have got...  Griffith Gaunt; Or, Jealousy - Page 43by Charles Reade - 1866 - 214 pagesFull view - About this book
 | American essays - 1866 - 976 pages
...hour to draw his breath in trouble ? And when you know I have got to play the host this bitter day, and smile, and smirk, and make you all merry, with...to give her up. She will discharge me, and then I '11 fly the country and never trouble you more. And to think that one little hour ago she was so kind,... | |
 | Charles Reade - 1873 - 144 pages
...hour to draw his breath in trouble ? And when you know I have got to play the host this bitter day, and smile, and smirk, and make you all merry, with...pity me, for men are made of stone. Well, then, no 5 I will not, I can not say the word to give her up. She will discharge we, and then I'll fly the country... | |
 | Charles Reade - 1891 - 424 pages
...hour to draw his breath in trouble? And, when you know I have got to play the host thia bitter day, and smile, and smirk, and make you all merry, 'with my heart breaking. Oh Christ, look down and pity -<ne, for men are made of stone ! Well, then, no ; I will not, I cannot,... | |
 | American essays - 1866 - 976 pages
...hour to draw his breath in trouble ? And when you know I have got to play the host this bitter day, and smile, and smirk, and make you all merry, with my heart breaking ! О Christ, look down and pity me, for men are made of stone ! Well, then, no ; I will not, I cannot... | |
 | American essays - 1866 - 796 pages
...hour to draw his breath in trouble ? And when you know I have got to play the host this bitter 'lay. and smile, and smirk, and make you all merry, with...cannot say the word to give her up. She will discharge w<\ and then I '11 fly -the country and never trouble you more. And to think that one little hour ago... | |
 | Mrs. Henry Wood, Charles William Wood - English fiction - 1866 - 566 pages
...hour to draw his breath in trouble ? And when you know I have got to play the host this bitter day, and smile, and smirk, and make you all merry, with my heart breaking. Oh Christ, look down and pity me, for men are made of Etone! Well, then, no; I will not, I cannot,... | |
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