 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 - ˹éÒ 5131894ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - à¡ÕèÂǡѺ˹ѧÊ×ÍàÅèÁ¹Õé
 | William Torrey Harris, Andrew Jackson Rickoff, Mark Bailey - 1902 - 564 ˹éÒ
...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 of his coat, and was pulling it toward him. 5. The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1904 - 312 ˹éÒ
...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,... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1904 - 618 ˹éÒ
...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,... | |
 | James Fleming - 1904 - 280 ˹éÒ
...and read to me — as only he could read it — the closing passage of the ' Story of Lo Fevre ' : ' The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold — and — slow within him — were retreating to their last citadel — the heart — rallied back — the film forsook his eyes... | |
 | 1906 - 578 ˹éÒ
...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,... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1906 - 316 ˹éÒ
...hold of the breast of his coat, and was 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,—rallied back,—the film forsook his eyes for a moment,—he looked up wishfully in my uncle... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1906 - 844 ˹éÒ
...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 of his coat, and &S6 was pulling it towards him. — The blood and spirits of Le Fever, which were waxing cold and slow... | |
 | 1907 - 668 ˹éÒ
...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 of his coat, and was pulling it toward him. The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were... | |
 | Robert D. Blackman - 1908 - 328 ˹éÒ
...making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of tho breast of his coat, and was pulling it towards him....heart, rallied back; the film forsook his eyes for moment ; he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face, then cast a look upon his boy ; and that ligament,... | |
 | Walter Bagehot - 1909 - 328 ˹éÒ
...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 as... | |
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