Heroines of Fiction, المجلد 2Harper and Brothers, 1903 |
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Adam Bede American artist asked Aurora Bathsheba Beaumont beauty bishop character Charles Reade Christie Crawley cried Crosbie Daisy Daisy Miller Daniel Deronda David Dodd Dinah door Dorothea dress Eleanor English eyes face fancy feel felt fiction George Eliot girl Grandcourt Grandissime Grantly Griselda Gwendolen Gwendolen Harleth hair Hamilton hand heart heroine Hetty Hetty Sorrel Hildegarde husband Hypatia imagined Ipsden Jane Field Kate knew Lady leave less Lily Dale lived Lois looked Lord Lufton lover Lucy Robarts Lydgate Macleod Maggie mamma marry Middlemarch Miggles mind mother nature never novel novelist passion perhaps person poor pretty Proudie reader Rosamond round scene seemed sense Sieur sister sort soul speak stood story suffered tell Thackeray thing thought Thumble tion Trollope Trollope's turned W. D. HOWELLS wife wish woman women words young
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الصفحة 125 - I do not want to speak to you at all," the bishop answered. This was very bad; — almost anything would be better than this. He was sitting now over the fire, with his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. She had gone round the room so as to face him, and was now standing almost over him, but still she could not see his countenance. " This will not do at all,
الصفحة 67 - Miss BROOKE had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters...
الصفحة 175 - Pagan eyes, full of nocturnal mysteries, and their light, as it came and went, and came again, was partially hampered by their oppressive lids and lashes; and of these the under lid was much fuller than it usually is with English women. This enabled her to indulge in reverie without seeming to do so: she might have been believed capable of sleeping without closing them up. Assuming that the souls of men and women were visible essences, you could fancy the colour of Eustacia's soul to be flame-like.
الصفحة 30 - Their short petticoats revealed a neat ankle and a leg with a noble swell ; for nature, when she is in earnest, builds beauty on the ideas of ancient sculptors and poets, not of modern poetasters, who, with their airy-like sylphs, and their smoke-like verses, fight for want of flesh in woman and want of fact in poetry as parallel beauties.
الصفحة 6 - On into the church itself! Into the cool dim shadow, with its fretted pillars, and lowering domes, and candles, and incense, and blazing altar, and great pictures looking from the walls athwart the gorgeous gloom. And right in front, above the altar, the colossal Christ watching unmoved from off the wall, his right hand raised to give a blessing — or a curse?
الصفحة 30 - On their heads they wore caps of Dutch or Flemish origin, with a broad lace border, stiffened and arched over the forehead, about three inches high, leaving the brow and cheeks unencumbered. They had cotton jackets, bright red and yellow, mixed in patterns, confined at the waist by the apron-strings, but bobtailed below the waist; short woollen petticoats, with broad vertical stripes, red and white, most vivid in colour; white worsted stockings, and neat, though highquartered shoes. Under their jackets...
الصفحة 73 - WAS she beautiful or not beautiful ? and what was the secret of form or expression which gave the dynamic quality to her glance...
الصفحة 175 - Eustacia Vye was the raw material of a divinity. On Olympus she would have done well with a little preparation. She had the passions and instincts which make a model goddess, that is, those which make not quite a model woman. Had it been possible for the earth and mankind to be entirely in her grasp for a while, had she handled the distaff, the spindle, and the shears at her own free will, few in the world would have noticed the change of government.
الصفحة 163 - I imagine that is your fault, not hers," said Winterbourne. The young lady meanwhile had drawn near. She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of palecolored ribbon. She was bareheaded; but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty. "How pretty they are!
الصفحة 175 - Sleswig with a band of Saxon pirates whose lips met like the two halves of a muffin. One had fancied that such lip-curves were mostly lurking underground in the South as fragments of forgotten marbles. So fine were the lines of her lips, that, though full, each corner of her mouth was as clearly cut as the point of a spear.