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Page 19 - The calm sea shines, loose hang the vessel's sails ; Before us are the sweet green fields of Wales, And overhead the cloudless sky of May. — "Ah, would I were in those green fields at play, Not pent on ship-board this delicious day ! Tristram, I pray thee, of thy courtesy, Reach me my golden phial stands by thee, But pledge me in it first for courtesy.
Page 271 - It is with deep regret that I write to inform you of the death of your cousin, Sir Kenrick Culverhouse.
Page 193 - Kate sat forward, covered her face with her hands ; then she got up and walked to the window and stood with her back to him. "He was absolutely himself," she said in a low voice and then she came back into the room and stood by the chimney-piece.
Page 46 - Paris to see life and first saw her, it was all over with him. He fell hopelessly in love with her.
Page 161 - Michael had risen and was standing in the middle of the room, one hand in his pocket, the other, crossing his chin, pulled the farther end of his mustache. "Ah, yes," he said, "you would want to know that, quite naturally, quite rightly
Page 93 - The policy of not letting your left hand know what your right is doing...
Page 94 - This sort of thing had been going on for a month or so, when, one afternoon about six, Hamlin was announced.
Page 147 - Indeed, she might have flung her arms about his neck and buried her head in his shoulder without approaching an inch nearer 'him.