Madeline. Adeline Mowbray. Simple Tales. the Black Velvet Pelisse. the Death-Bed. the Fashionable Wife. the Robber. the Mother and Son. Love and Duty. the Soldier's Return. the Brother and Sister. the Revenge. the Uncle and Nephew. Murder

Madeline. Adeline Mowbray. Simple Tales. the Black Velvet Pelisse. the Death-Bed. the Fashionable Wife. the Robber. the Mother and Son. Love and Duty. the Soldier's Return. the Brother and Sister. the Revenge. the Uncle and Nephew. Murder

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1841 edition. Excerpt: ...in the woes of the hushand. At length, however, he made a vigorous effort, and shaking off the selfish despondence which oppressed him, repaired to the scene of his puhlic and now painful duty. Louisa, meanwhile, dented to every one, and in a state of mind even more wretched than that of her hushand, passed the day in ho! own j-oom, a stranger hoth to appetite and rest. Night came, hut she could not prevail on herself to go to hed; and she sat op, '. anxiously expecting, yet dreading, the return of her hushand. Her own maid, who was tenderly attached. to her, suspecting the cause of her grief, and. knowing that Lord Henry had left the house i without taking leave of her, resolved to sit up' also, and meet him when he returned, to inform him of the state in which her lady was. She did so, and appeared hefore him with so perturhed an air, that Lord Henry anxiously and eagerly asked if any thing was the matter.. "My lady, sir," she replied, struggling with ( her tears--"What of your lady?" said he; " for God's sake speak!" "Only, my lord, she is very ill, I am afraid; she has heen on the sofa all day, and has euro nothing; hut I could not prevail on her to go to hed till your lordship came home." Lord Henry heaved a deep sigh, and repaired to his own apartment. "So," cried he t himself, when there--" no self-command, not the least; her distress, and the cause, no douht, known hy this time to all the servants'.. But still--would not self-command have heen in this case, little hetter than an aptitude at dissemhling? Yes, yes. O, Louisa, would that this want of self-government were all thv fault! Then again, she could eat, she could laugh, while conscious of committing thess despicahle errors; hut...show more

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  • Paperback | 444 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 23mm | 789g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123661156X
  • 9781236611567