Her Provincial Cousin: A Story of Brittany

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Cassell, 1893 - Brittany (France) - 184 pages
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Page 130 - De profundis clamavi ad te Domine : * Domine exaudi vocem meam. Fiant aures tuae intendentes : * in vocem deprecationis meae. Si iniquitates observaveris Domine : * Domine quis sustinebit ? Quia apud te propitiatio est : * et propter legem tuam sustinui te Domine.
Page 134 - Dei tu digitus, Tu rite promissum Patris Sermone ditans guttura. Accende lumen sensibus, Infunde amorem cordibus, Infirma nostri corporis Virtute firmans perpeti. Hostem repellas longius, Pacemque dones protinus: Ductore sic te praevio Vitemus omne noxium.
Page 130 - Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine; et lux perpetua luceat eis. Requiescant in pace. Amen.
Page 31 - Shame!" she said, looking from one to the other of the two men, who had learned, at last, the bottom truth of the feud; and then she caught the sick woman's other hand and spoke quickly. "Hush, Becky," she said; and at the touch of her hand and the sound of her voice, Becky looked confusedly at her and let her upraised hand sink back to the bed. The widow stared swiftly from Jim's brother, at one window, to Dave Day at the other, and hid her face on her arms. "Remember, Becky — how can you expect...
Page 123 - I shall never be happy again in the world till I have found my little dove." " I have not seen your little dove, nor your white pigeon either.
Page 125 - Again the Brentaer departs ; he returns with the grandmother. " I cannot find your dove," he says, " but I have found an over-ripe apple ; an apple wrinkled by the sun and the wind, that has hung a long time on the tree among the leaves ; put it into your pocket and give it to your pigeon to eat, and he will mourn no more.
Page 174 - ... light. Then she could smell rain and feel a current of warm air blown down from a hidden sun. Lightning came down and was brilliant around her, and from mountain to mountain the thunder fell with a sudden crash. She tried to walk, her skirt going ahead of her like an umbrella. She did not know where she was going and she did not care. The push of the wind on her back was like a man's hand. Then the rain struck in a furious deluge and the earth was blind. She was on the crest of a hill now, bracing...

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