The club-book: original tales, by [G.P.R.] James [and others] ed. by the author of 'The dominie's legacy' 2 vols. in 1

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Page 181 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others
Page 239 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Page 247 - It was impossible to resist this appeal. I went to the door where the gentleman was waiting, and with true-heartedness expressed how great my satisfaction would be if my house could afford him any comfort. ' I took him in with me to the room where my German friend was sitting. I was much pleased with the gentleness and unaffected simplicity of his manners. ' He was a handsome middle-aged man ; his person was robust and well formed ; his features had been originally handsome, but they were disfigured...
Page 216 - I heard voices, and sounds, as if the sheriffs' officers of hell were about me, and in a sudden agony of great fear I opened my eyes. •, It was broad morning ; the sun was shining into the room ; and the landlady and her lasses were riving my hand from the face of the corpse. After casting a bewildered glance around, it was on that fearful object my eyes rested, and I recognised the remains of an old...
Page 207 - Sleep !" replied Clotilde, opening her large bright eyes, till they were even twice their usual size and brightness. " Sleep ! — one of my noble race, sleep? I never slept in my life.
Page 208 - Sallow, emaciated, every body said he was going into a consumption. Still, it was quite delightful to witness the devotedness of his wife — she could scarcely bear him a moment out of her sight. At length they left Paris, accompanied by a gay party, for their chateau. But brilliant as were these guests, nothing distracted the Baroness's attention from her husband, whose declining health became every hour more alarming. One day, however, the young Chevalier de Ronsarde — he, the conqueror of a...
Page 239 - ... river itself was increased to a raging Hellespont, insomuch, that the ferry was only practicable for an hour before and after high tide. The day was showery and stormy, by which I was detained at the inn until late in the afternoon, so that it was dark before I reached the ferry-house, and the tide did not serve for safe crossing until midnight. I was therefore obliged to sit by the fire and wait the time, a circumstance which gave me some uneasiness, for the ferryman was old and infirm, and...
Page 248 - He was a handsome middle-aged man — his person was robust and well formed — his features had been originally handsome, but they were disfigured by a scar, which had materially changed their symmetry. His conversation was not distinguished by any remarkable intelligence, but after the high intellectual excitement which I had enjoyed all day with my philosophical companion, it was agreeable and gentlemanly. Several times during supper, something came across my mind as if I had seen him before,...
Page 242 - ... the raging of the river, and the roar of the sea-waves breaking on the bar. Dick soon after came home, and the boat having swung back to her station, I embarked with him, and reached the opposite inn, where I soon went to bed. Scarcely had I laid my head on the pillow, when a sudden inexplicable terror fell upon me ; I shook with an unknown horror ; I was, as it were, conscious that some invisible being was hovering beside me, and could hardly muster fortitude enough to refrain from rousing the...
Page 203 - ... hours. The grandmother was as stern a looking old gentle'woman as ever had knights in armour for ancestors : still, her eyes, also bright, clear, and piercing, somewhat resembled those of her granddaughter. On the rest of her face time had wrought " strange disfeatures." She was silent; and, after the first compliments, resumed the volume she had been reading on the baron's appearance. It was a small book, bound in black velvet, with gold clasps, richly wrought. Adolphe took it for granted it...

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