The approach of sunset was so very beautiful, so grand in its masses of splendidly-coloured clouds, that there was quite an assemblage on the walk along the cliff in the old churchyard to enjoy the beauty.
Sarahцитируетв прошлом году
, what a wealth of sorrow in a few words! Poor Mrs. Westenra! poor Lucy!
Jossцитирует10 месяцев назад
But he is right enough about the beds and windows and things
She makes little effort due to depression she is dealing with and the idea that John being her husband and physician being better and more intelligent to understand what is better for her
Daria Glebovaцитирует2 года назад
for I feared to see those weird sisters.
Daria Glebovaцитирует2 года назад
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean.
tolstykhtatцитирует8 месяцев назад
What I saw was the Count’s head coming out from the window. I did not
Роь
tolstykhtatцитирует7 месяцев назад
I was not alone. The room was the same, unchanged in any way since I came into it; I could see along the floor, in the brilliant moonlight, my own footstep
Purr gysstцитирует2 года назад
Why can’t they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble?
Purr gysstцитирует2 года назад
For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
Purr gysstцитирует2 года назад
Look! look!” he cried suddenly. “There’s something in that wind and in the hoast beyont that sounds, and looks, and tastes, and smells like death. It’s in the air; I feel it comin’