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Anne Argyllshire auld bairns beautiful better bonnie bonnie lass candle canna Chapel Street coach color coming cried Kirsteen dark daughter dear Dewar doctor door doubt Drumcarro duke everything excitement eyes face faint father feeling felt friends gave gentleman girl Glasgow Glendochart gone Gordon gown grand hair hand head hear heard heart India Jeanie's kind knew Lady Chatty laird lass lassie laugh light linn little Jeanie loch Loch Fyne Loch Long London look Lord John mantua-maker Marg'ret marriage marry Mary mind Miss Douglas Miss Eelen Miss Jean Miss Kirsteen mother muslin never night parlor pause perhaps person pleasure poor postchaise pride Robbie round scarcely scones sight sister smile speak steen stood tears tell there's thing thought took trembling trouble turned voice wait woman word ye think ye'll young
Page 127 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ! This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 126 - The floating clouds their state. shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound 30 Shall pass into her face.
Page 177 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, ' To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Page 282 - Kirsteen was a rare and not very welcome visitor in the house she had redeemed. They all deplored the miserable way of life she had chosen, and that she had no man.
Page 279 - Your hand upon it," he cried. The hot clutch made Kirsteen start and shiver. He dropped her hand with an excited laugh. " That's the first bargain," he said, "was ever made between father and child to the father's advantage — at least, in this house. And a lass, — and all my fine lads that I sent out for honour and for gain ! " He leant back on his pillows with feeble sobs of sound, the penalty of his excitement.
Page 75 - You will never get to the first rank," continued Kirsteen, still addressing Miss Jean, " unless ye just settle and never depart from it, who you are to dress, and who not." " Do you mean, Miss Jean," cried Mrs. Campbell of Glendochart, " that ye will not make me my gown ? " Miss Jean was torn asunder between natural politeness and proper subjection to her superiors, and a still more natural partisanship, not to speak of the glance of fier}7 laughter in Kirsteen's eyes.
Page 286 - END OF VOL. I. PRINTING OFFICE OF THE PUBLISHER. COLLECTION OF BRITISH AUTHORS TAUCHNITZ EDITION. VOL. 2422. THE EVIL GENIUS BY WILKIE COLLINS. IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. II. THE EVIL GENIUS. A DOMESTIC STORY. WILKIE COLLINS, AUTHOR OF "THE WOMAN IN WHITE,
Page 148 - But I say yes," he said, bringing down his clenched fist on the table with a noise that made the windows ring. " It cannot be settled without me," said Kirsteen, growing first red and then pale, but standing firm. " You're not of the least importance," he said, foam flying from his lips. "What are ye? A creature of no account. A lass that has to obey her father till she gets a man, and then to obey him.
Page 9 - ... the contrary he stood in a little awe. A wife cannot throw up her situation with the certainty of finding another at a moment's notice as a good housekeeper can do — even if she has spirit enough to entertain such an idea. And poor Mrs. Douglas had no spirit, no health, little brains to begin with and none left now, after thirty years of domestic tyranny and " a bairntime
Page 121 - No longer a preparatory chapter, a thing to be given up when the happy moment came—but the only life that was to be vouchsafed to her in this earth so full of the happy and of the unhappy. She was to be neither. The worst had happened to her that could happen. No postscriptal life or new love was possible to her. Her career was determined, with many objects and many affections, but of that first enchantment no more.