seven years and other tales
- Author: julia kavanagh
- Genre: Gay
This Elibron Classics book is a facsimile reprint of a 1859 edition by Bernhard Tauchnitz, Leipzig.
rachel gray a tale founded on fact
- Author: julia kavanagh
- Genre: Gay
This Elibron Classics book is a facsimile reprint of a 1856 edition by Bernhard Tauchnitz, Leipzig.
beatrice
- Author: julia kavanagh
- Genre: Books
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. The world is full of love stories. The city, the plain, the crowded street, the meanest hovel as well as the palace, have or have had their love tale once on a time. It may have been sad or gay, an idyll or an elegyit matters little, wherever you may go, wherever you may be, there love stories have been before you or are still, for they are spirits, and all the night and all the day long they haunt the whole of this broad earth. A real love-story, such a love-story as it had not known for many a day, now visited old Carnoosie. Mr. Gervoise, who never read novels, perused the opening pages of this with infinite pleasure. His satisfaction indeed rather lessened as the tale proceeded, for he could not help seeing that one of these two persons who always make up a love-tale went on much faster than the other; but then he remembered that heroines rarely fall in love in the first page of the book, and with the consideratekindness of his character he requested Mrs. Ger- voise to dispense more and more with the society of her daughter, so that the fitting opportunity might never fail Beatrice. Guessing likewise that his presence might interfere with the course of Gilbert's true love, Mr. Gervoise wore the ring of Gyges, for he saw everything, and, unless at meal times, remained invisible. Beatrice, though usually on her guard against this astute gentleman, now quite forgot to take note of conduct so unusual. Gilbert engaged all her attention. His serenity was incomprehensible to her; the laboratory and its crucibles took much of his time, and seemed to have charmed his grief away. The fifteenth came round. This was Mademoiselle Joanne's wedding day, and Gilbert looked actually cheerful. Had he forgotten it? Beatrice charitably sounded him, and ascertained that he ha...
sybils second love
- Author: julia kavanagh
- Genre: Gay
This Elibron Classics book is a facsimile reprint of a 1867 edition by Bernhard Tauchnitz, Leipzig.
john dorrien a novel
- Author: julia kavanagh
- Genre: History
He now sat on his high chair, his short legs dangling down, an open book on his knee. He was looking, as we - said, at the fire, wondering why his mother did not come back also listening to the kettles low song, and waiting . patiently till some bright flame should shoot up and let him go on with Aladdins Lamp. It came at length a magic flame, that took him straight into the wonderful garden, where Aladdin, alias Johnny, plucked rubies, sap phires, and emeralds, to his hearts content. That flame lit up to advantage the room in which the boy sat. The low ceiling showed that it belonged to a second floor but it looked a pleasant room, for all that. In that bright yet uncertain light there was no detecting the worn carpet, the faded damask curtains, the tarnished gilding of the frames on the wall. Every thing looked warm and pleasant, and every thing, after a fashion, was so. Mrs. Dorrien had been affluent once, and had preserved some relics of better days. A few pictures, some good china, an old Japanese cabinet, adorned her second-floor sitting-room. bloreover, she had a womans art in making the best of every thing and, if Mrs. Dorrien had lived in a garret, she would have contrived so that it should not look a depressing one. The flame, by suddenly dying away, took Johnny out of the marvelous garden, where trees bore precious stones by way of fruit, to the dim world of a London room. The water in the kettle was boiling now, and surely hlrs. Dorrien must soor, return. I think I shall make the tea, said Johnny, talking aloud to himself. He led a rather lonely life, and had acquired that habit. So, jumping down from his chair, he climbed up on another, to reach down the tea-caddy from the c7 i on zier and, in doing so, he knocked down an old china teacup and saucer on the floor, where they were at once shattered to pieces... --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
dora
- Author: julia kavanagh
- Genre: Netherlands
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. rpHERE is a cruel superstition amongst sailors. - If one of the crew should fall overboard and be drowned at the beginning of the voyage, it is a pity, to be sure, but then it is also a sure token that the weather will be fair, and the journey prosperous. That ship can never be wrecked which has witnessed such a catastrophe. Even so it seemed to be with Mr. Templemore and his wife. Death had taken her brother, and a stormy wave removed his betrothed from their ken, whilst John Luan went adrift all unconsciously ; and now their two barques could sail side by side on smooth seas, beneath a serene sky, with the gentlest winds to speed them. Did they think of this as they entered Deenah together ? Oh! for the mutability of the human heart ! The woman for whom Mr. Templemore had prepared that home was now forgotten, and as he had given every passionate emotion of his heartto that bright-haired girl by his side, so had she surrendered her whole love to the happy rival of her own adored brother. Yes, spite all the wrecks and ruins of the past, spite its sorrows, and a lonely grave, they were blest. Dora felt it as they walked through the grounds, and she saw the sky, the mountains, the woodlands, all in a flame with the burning radiance from the west, whilst the whole house glittered afar like a fairy palace, in the hazy glow of the setting sun. She felt it as they passed beneath aged trees, through the waving grass, and the blackbird and the thrush sang so sweetly above them. She felt it as they entered the house together, and she stood in a large, bright room, with pictures, and flowers, and books, a luxurious room, but also a genial one, made to live in, and which seemed to echo her husband's welcome. Mr. Templemore watched Dora's eyes as they scanned this roo...
Nathalie: a tale
- Author: julia kavanagh
- Genre: Authorship
Book digitized by Google from the library of Harvard University and uploaded to the Internet Archive by user tpb.
Nathalie: a tale
- Author: julia kavanagh
- Genre: Authorship
Book digitized by Google from the library of Harvard University and uploaded to the Internet Archive by user tpb.