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" The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel the heart, — rallied back, the film forsook his eyes for a moment, — he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face, — then... "
The Atlantic Monthly - หน้า 513
1894
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The Works of Walter Bagehot: With Memoirs by R. H. Hutton, เล่มที่ 2

Walter Bagehot - 1891 - 462 หน้า
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast...pulling it towards him. The blood and spirits of Le Fever, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heart,...

Edward Gibbon. Bishop Butler. Sterne and Thackeray. The Waverley novels ...

Walter Bagehot - 1891 - 482 หน้า
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast...coat, and was pulling it towards him. The blood and spirit of Le Fever, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel,...

A Hand-book of English Literature: Intended for the Use of High Schools, as ...

Francis Henry Underwood - 1892 - 668 หน้า
...was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken held of the breast of his coat, and was pulling it towards...film forsook his eyes for a moment ; he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face, then cast a look upon his boy ; and that ligament, fine as it was,...

A First[-fifth] Reader, เล่มที่ 5

Jenny H. Stickney - 1892 - 416 หน้า
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, the son had insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast of his coat, and was pulling it towards him. 16. The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating...

The Cabinet of Irish Literature: Selections from the Works of the ..., เล่มที่ 1

1893 - 386 หน้า
...offers he was making to his father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and h;id taken hold of the breast of his coat, and was pulling...last citadel the heart, rallied back, — the film for238 239 sook his eyes for a moment; — he looked up wistfully in my uucle Toby's face ; — then...

The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship ...

Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 464 หน้า
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast...pulling it towards him.— The blood and spirits of Ie Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the...

The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gent. with A Life of the Author ...

Tristram Shandy, Gent. - 1893 - 490 หน้า
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to his father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast of his coat, and was pulling it towards him.—The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating...

An Introduction to the Study of English Fiction

William Edward Simonds - 1894 - 252 หน้า
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast...film forsook his eyes for a moment ; — he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face ; — then cast a look upon his boy; — and that ligament, fine...

An Introduction to the Study of English Fiction

William Edward Simonds - 1894 - 248 หน้า
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast...film forsook his eyes for a moment ; — he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face ; — then cast a look upon his boy; — and that ligament, fine...

Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, เล่มที่ 35

Charles Dudley Warner - 1896 - 628 หน้า
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast...waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to the last citadel, the heart, rallied back. The film forsook his eyes for a moment. He looked up wistfully...




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