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Frances Milton Trollope
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Hargrave (Pocket Classics) |
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English |
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Paperback |
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400 |
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1999-08 |
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0750912014 |
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Sutton Pub Ltd |
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0.61 pounds |
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5.25 x 1.0 x 7.75 inches |
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1 Abbyjane (USA: NY) |
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1 Elsewhere (USA: MN) |
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Product Description
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.1843 Excerpt: ... This was more than enough to make her even entreat him to remain at home. Her intercourse with him was become acutely painful, and every accident which lessened it was a relief. To such a mind as hers, the crimes of which she knew him to be guilty made him an object of abhorrence; while care for the peace of Sabina, now become the only object for which she wished to live, forced her to assume feelings towards him so foreign to her heart, that it was most painfully difficult for her honest nature to assume them. On his side, too, the intercourse was terrible. It was no longer love and affection that he felt for her. Such feelings cannot exist without the belief, at least, that they are reciprocal; and did he not know that Adele, whose admiration he had so dearly loved to win, must loathe him? No! it was no longer tender affection that he felt for her, but a sort of abject and dependent gratitude, strangely mixed with fear. She alone of all his former admiring friends knew of his guilt; and had it not been that he still clung to her with hopes of aid and protection, he would have given his right hand never to have beheld her more. It might not have been very difficult, perhaps, for Adele to guess as much, had she set herself either to watch or to divine his feelings. But she did neither. Sabina was the centre of every thought that employed her mind,--Sabina, so lately the idol of all the bright world in which she had lived--the beloved, the admired, the envied, the desired of so many hearts, now the exiled companion of a guilty felon--loving him in her ignorant innocence more fondly than ever, and even finding consolation under all her sorrows and privations from the fancied nobleness of the abject being who had destroyed her! All this formed a picture so ful...
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