Wanderings By The Loire With 20 Engr From Drawings By Jmw Turner

Author : Leitch Ritchie
Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
ISBN 13 : 9781230041377
Total Pages : 66 pages
Book Rating : 4.0/5 (413 download)

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Download or read book Wanderings by the Loire. with 20 Engr. from Drawings by J. M. W. Turner written by Leitch Ritchie and published by Rarebooksclub.com. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 66 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1833 edition. Excerpt: ...well. I cannot fail to obtain some employment in Nantes; and however small may be my gains, I shall save something; for I will live on little else than thoughts of you, which, though passing rich in themselves, will cost nothing. Only give me a year! Let me find you unchanged--here, on this very spot, and we shall still laugh at the world. "Alas, Victoire, I fear I shall never laugh again! My uncle seems resolved on my sacrifice; and without you--without a human being to befriend or countenance me--I tremble even for my own firmness." "Dear Adeline, they cannot force you to the altar! We do not marry in France as they do in Prussia, where the order of the great Frederick suffices equally well to inflict a spouse and the bastinado! Only be firm in your refusal, endure their taunts, be deaf to their entreaties, and when your thoughts vex you, send them to Nantes and to me." "I will try," said the girl, sobbing anew. "Try! You must promise--nay, swear!" "I do promise--I do swear!" "Then thus I seal the oath--and now good night; it will be time enough to-morrow to say farewell." The good night, however, was a long one; the lovers appearing to think, with Juliet, "--parting is such sweet sorrow, That I could say good night till it be morrow." "A pestilence on your adieus!" muttered the stranger at last, losing his temper--"What, again? Fie, fie! Will't not do yet? There--now home with you, in the devil's name, lest I knock your two heads together!" The loving couple at length separated, or, as the novelwriters say, "tore themselves away;" and the listener emerged from his concealment, and walked, with great strides, after the female. "The...