Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
"There can be scarcely any question about that," says Lady Rodney, unwilling to let any occasion pass that may permit a slap at Mona. He says this quickly, yet fearfully. If she should take his proposal badly, what shall he do? He stares with flattering persistency upon a distant donkey that adorns a neighboring field, and calmly awaits fate. It is for once kind to him. Mona, it is quite evident, fails to see any impropriety in his speech. "No, it is not all," breaks in Sir Nicholas. "It appears from this," touching the bombshell, "that he has married a—a—young woman of very inferior birth.".
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
"The loose train of thy amber-drooping hair."I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
"O Death! thou strange, mysterious power, seen every day yet never understood but by the incommunicative dead, what art thou?"
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
"Enjoying myself?—No, I never do that," says Rodney, with unexpected frankness. "Down below in the hollow, miss,—jist behind the hawthorn-bush. Go home some other way, Miss Mona: they're bint on blood." "Why should I despise you?" asks she, slowly, opening her eyes. "Well, I will go," he says, "on one condition,—that you come with me.".
298 people found this
review helpful