Francesca's love, Volume 2 (Google eBook)

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Page 251 - neath the cypress-trees together, In that lost land, in that soft clime, In the crimson evening weather; Of that muslin dress (for the eve was hot) ; And her warm white neck in its golden chain...
Page 251 - But I will marry my own first love, With her primrose face : for old things are best ; And the flower in her bosom, I prize it above The brooch in my lady's breast. The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling where it can, I say : For Beauty is easy enough to win ; But one isn't loved every day.
Page 123 - I have money, and I have real estate," he says. The girl has read in novels that it is better to be an old man's darling than a young man's slave, and so she may be drawn by the commercial offering.
Page 61 - He raised his right hand and made the sign of the cross. "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, ego te absolve a peccalis tuis.
Page 7 - ... Chamouni at the same period ; and to shew that all the wisdom in the world was not monopolized by our ancestors, I have heard that the late Lord Penrhyn, whose property has been so incalculably benefi ted by the improvements in those dis"tricts, was one of the strongest opponents of the till ; yet he was " a fine old English gentleman, one of the olden time !" Many a " right merrie conceit" had I, during my career on that heavy drag.
Page 92 - She ordered the coachman to drive in the direction of the church, and gave him the name of the street and the number of the house she wished him to stop at.
Page 240 - I never knew what it was to have a mother she died when I was only ten years old.
Page 50 - had it not been for him, I do not know what I should have done, for dear Madame de Bouillon was so often ill, she could not take me about.
Page 174 - To her overwrought imagination it appeared an apparition that her fancy had conjured up, and she would have fallen to the ground, but a strong arm was round her waist, and as she was gathered to his breast, a well-known voice cried out again, "Francesca, dearest, sweetest love ! fear nothing, darling, it is only Philip.

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