Lysbeth: A Tale of the Dutch, Volume 1

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P. F. Collier, 1901 - Netherlands - 496 pages
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I loved this book of historical fiction, published in 1901, and set in 16th century Netherlands, even to the style of writing which was common to authors of this period. Here is a sample – the ... Read full review

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Page 79 - For the unbelieving husband is sanctified by the wife, and the unbelieving wife is sanctified by the husband: else were your children unclean; but now are they holy.
Page 79 - For what knowest thou, O wife, whether thou shalt save thy husband ? or how knowest thou, O man, whether thou shalt save thy wife?
Page 330 - ... later, in this way or that, she will doubtless discover where her heritage is hidden. Well, that fortune a husband would have the advantage of sharing. I myself labour at present under no matrimonial engagements, and am in a position to obtain an introduction — ah! my friend, are you beginning to see that there are more ways of killing a dog than by hanging him...
Page 184 - Adrian's mouth I think no more of them than if they came from some angry woman. Why, he is always sulking, or taking offence, or flying into rages over something or other, and when he is like that it all means — just nothing except that he wants to use fine talk and show off and play the Don over us. He did not really mean to lie to me when he said that I had not seen him talking to Black Meg, he only meant to contradict, or perhaps to hide something up. As a matter of fact, if you want to know...
Page 455 - ... was the style of it, woman, as I explain: but of course I do not know whether the bed stands as it did; or has someone sawn through the olive stem and altered it?' As Odysseus had run on, furnishing her with proof too solid for rejection, her knees trembled, and her heart. She burst into tears, she ran to him, she flung her arms about his neck and kissed his head and cried, 'My Odysseus, forgive me this time too, you who were of old more comprehending than any man of men. The Gods gave us sorrow...
Page vii - Silent, the author strives to set before readers of to-day something of the life of those who lived through perhaps the most fearful tyranny that the western world has known.

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