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The Last Recruit of Clare's: Being Passages From the Memoirs of Anthony ...
S. R. Keightley
No preview available - 2016
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Page 90 - As the door closed on that departing group Sir Douglas sank back in his chair, and covered his face with his hands. Kenneth also seated himself with a staggering gait, and, leaning both arms across the breakfast-table, addressed Sir Douglas ; clipping his husky words, and alternately attempting to stand, and dropping back into his seat. "You think, I suppose, that these...
Page 94 - I should scarcely have imagined that so great a change could have taken place in so short a period.
Page 54 - Saverne was acquainted with my reputation, but I will do him the justice to say that I do not think such knowledge would have influenced his conduct for a moment.
Page 165 - I saw the look of blank amazement on his face, and for the first time since I had known him he had not a word with which to answer me.
Page 233 - And yet, so strangely are we fashioned, at that moment I would have given a year of my life for five minutes of the feeble light that had gone out.
Page 104 - I shall never, as long as I live, forget the sight of that white hair and staring eyes.
Page 89 - I am glad to see you," he said, holding out his hand. " Pardon me that I remain seated, but I have been feeling the old wound that I brought from Ettingen, and am little more than a cripple.
Page 70 - It is not for my own sake, but for yours, that I plead with you.