Eleanor: A Novel, Volume 1

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Harper & brothers, 1900

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Page 100 - She leaned out to the sunset, remembering sentence after sentence from the talk on the terrace — hating or combating them all. Yet all the time a new excitement invaded her. For the man who had spoken thus was, in a sense, not a mere stranger to her. Somewhere in his being must be the capacity for those thoughts and feelings...
Page 77 - — he thought — "like a Sunday-school teacher. But she's handsome." , The real point was, however, that Mrs. Burgoyne had told him to go out and make himself agreeable, and he was accustomed to obey orders from that quarter. "Doesn't he read it to you all day and all night?
Page 177 - A group of girls who had been singing together, turned round upon him, " chaffing " him with shrill voices and outstretched necks, like a flock of young cackling geese, while he, holding himself erect, threw them back flinty words and glances, hitting at every stroke, striding past them with the port of a young king. Then they broke into a song which they could hardly sing for laughing — about a lover who had been jilted by his mistress.
Page 170 - ... look, come back. A warmer, more vital life stirred suddenly through all her veins; the slight and languid figure drew itself erect; her senses told her, hurriedly, for the first time that the May sun, the rapidly freshening air, and the quick movement of the carriage were all physically delightful. How fast, indeed, the spring was conquering the hills ! As they passed over the great viaduct at Aricia, the thick Chigi woods to the left masked the deep ravine in torrents of lightest, foamiest green...
Page 199 - ... doubt, from the sweat and blood of this country-side. Then the young madman who built and furnished them was murdered on the Palatine. Can't you see the rush of an avenging mob down this steep lane, the havoc and the blows— the peasants hacking at the statues and the bronzes — loading their oxcarls perhaps with the plunder — and finally letting in the lake upon the wreck! Well! somehow like that it must have happened. The lake swallowed them ; and in spite of all the efforts of the Renaissance...
Page 1 - Mauisty's friends. Manisty's enemies. of whom the world contained no small number, had other words for it. But women in general took the more complimentary view. The two women now in his company were clearly much affected by the force, wilfulness, extravagance — for one might call it by any of these names — that breathed from the man before them. Miss Manisty, his aunt, followed his movements with her small blinking eyes, timidly uneasy, but yet visibly conscious all...
Page 9 - Before them, beneath them indeed, stretched a scene, majestic, incomparable. The old villa in which they stood was built high on the ridge of the Alban Hills. Below it, olive-grounds and vineyards, plough-lands and pine plantations sank, slope after slope, fold after fold, to the Campagna. And beyond the Campagna, along the whole shining line of the west, the sea met the sunset; while to the north, a dim and scattered whiteness rising from the plain — was Rome.
Page 80 - And he turned to her with the brightest, most confiding manner, as though he had been the friend of her cradle. 'Who?' said Lucy, bewildered — 'the tall gentleman with the white hair?
Page 147 - Claim all her time and strength — overstrain and overwork her — and then make her tacitly responsible if anything went amiss! It was like the petulant selfishness of his character. Miss Manisty ought to interfere! Dreary days followed at the Villa. It appeared that Mr. Vanbrugh Neal had indeed raised certain critical objections both to the facts and to the arguments of one whole section of the book, and that Manisty had been unable to resist them. The two men would walk up and down the ilex avenues...

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