His wife was my father's cousin, and he and I are each other's trustees for some money which was divided between me and Mrs. Barly. My parents never kept up with them much, but I was named trustee in my father's place when he died. I didn't like to refuse.... Five Old Friends: And, A Young Prince - Página 87de Anne Thackeray Ritchie, Frederick Walker - 1868 - 403 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
| William Makepeace Thackeray - 1867 - 832 páginas
...know her father ?" I asked. " Old Barly? — Yes," said Guy. " His wife was my father's cousin, and we are each other's trustees for some money which was...clock struck four in quick tinkling tones ; the rain seemed to have ceased, and the clouds to be parting ; the rooms turned suddenly chill though the fires... | |
| William Makepeace Thackeray - 1867 - 866 páginas
...you like sweet sleepy eyes that wake up now and then ? Was that my mother calling ? " For a minuto he had forgotten the dreary present. It all came rushing...clock struck four in quick tinkling tones ; the rain seemed to have ceased, and the clouds to be parting ; the rooms turned suddenly chill though the fires... | |
| William Makepeace Thackeray - 1867 - 804 páginas
...that my mother calling ? " For a minute he had forgotten the dreary present. It all .came rushing hack again. The bed creaked, the patient had moved a little...clock struck four in quick tinkling tones ; the rain scorned to have ceased, and the clouds to be parting ; the rooms turned suddenly chill though the fires... | |
| Anne Thackeray Ritchie - 1870 - 436 páginas
...— never. I never spoke to her in my life." " But you know her father ?" I asked. "Old Early?-— Yes, "said Guy. "His wife was my father's cousin,...clock struck four in quick tinkling tones ; the rain seemed to have ceased, and the clouds to be parting ; the rooms turned suddenly chill, though the fires... | |
| Anne Thackeray Ritchie - 1875 - 356 páginas
...lane in the country a little time after. — I found out who she was. She's a daughter of old Early the stockbroker. Belinda they call her — Miss Belinda....clock struck four in quick tinkling tones; the rain seemed to have ceased, and the clouds to be parting; the rooms turned suddenly chill though the fires... | |
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