..." I have been foolish, Jeannette — I was foolish all my life — I am not deserving your regard." He threw himself into a chair, and buried his face in his hands. Jeannette, deeply moved, endeavored to sooth him. Her parents were dead — she was living with a maiden...

...was in Paris. He was pale and haggard, his looks were terrific, and his demeanour strange and wild. He threw himself into a chair, and buried his face in his hands. " Anastasie," said he at length, " I am undone, unless you come to my assistance. My mother does'not...

...— so I'd advise you, sir, if you have anything to fear, you had better keep an outlook ?" As Ullyn threw himself into a chair, and buried his face in his hands, Fingal burst into the room with Conrad the unlucky, who bore a packet in his hand. " Now for the triumph...

...go," said Lodrona ; " I hate absent companions. We will leave him to meditate on beauty. A litf.le month, and his scruples will subside. Two little months,...speaking of virtue and innocence, that there was a conjuror who might, probably, determine differently. And that necromancer — that invisible magician...

..." I have been foolish, Jeannette — I was foolish all my life — I am not deserving your regard." He threw himself into a chair, and buried his face in his hands. Jeannette, deeply moved, endeavored to sooth him. Her parents were dead — she was living with a maiden...

..." I have been foolish, Jeannette — I was foolish all my life — I am not deserving your regard." He threw himself into a chair, and buried his face in his hands. Jeannette, deeply moved, endeavored to sooth him. Her parents were dead — she was living with a maiden...

..." I have been foolish, Jeannette — I was foolish all my life — I am not deserving your regard." He threw himself into a chair, and buried his face in his hands. Jeannette, deeply moved, endeavored to sooth him. Her parents were dead — she was living with a maiden...

...saw by the light in the hall how haggard and distorted his face was. He walked into the parlor and threw himself into a chair, and buried his face in his hands. Presently, he started up and ran up the stairs. ' How is the little boy ? ' I asked when he came down....

...and a suppressed passion in his face which augured ill. " She is gone ! " were his first words, as he threw himself into a chair and buried his face in his hands. " She is gone ! May a brokenhearted father's curse alight on that villain's head !" The listeners to...

...immortal soul in as if it were another penny at quarter day. Caroline, my dear — Gerald, my poor boy " He threw himself into a chair, and buried his face in his hands. " What is it, John ? — tell me this instant," cried out Mrs. Westwood, turning pale. " What is it,...