Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
For this master of the Towers (so the story ran) Elspeth, in her younger days, had borne a love too deep for words, when she herself was soft and rosy-cheeked, with a heart as tender and romantic as her eyes were blue, and when her lips, were for all the world like "cherries ripe." "Why should I despise you?" asks she, slowly, opening her eyes. "Why, so I was," says Mona, opening her eyes with some surprise, and with an amused smile. "What a good guess, and considering how late the hour is, too!".
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
🃏 Exciting Rewards Await at gin rummy plus mod apk! Sign up now to claim your exclusive bonuses and enjoy a gaming experience like never before. Play, win, and have a great time with our mod APK version of Gin Rummy Plus.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
🃏 Dive into the world of digital entertainment with instant roulette simulator! Explore a diverse collection of luck-based simulations and experience the adrenaline rush of virtual casino games. Join our platform today and enjoy hours of gaming excitement from the comfort of your home.
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
The dress is composed of satin of that peculiarly pale blue that in some side-lights appears as white. It is opened at the throat, and has no sleeves to speak of. As though some kindly fairy had indeed been at her beck and call, and had watched with careful eyes the cutting of the robe, it fits to a charm. Upon her head a little mob-cap, a very marvel of blue satin and old lace, rests lovingly, making still softer the soft tender face beneath it. And then old Brian comes in, and Geoffrey opens out to him this newly-devized plan; and after a while the old farmer, with tears in his eyes, and a strange quiver in his voice that cuts through Mona's heart, gives his consent to it, and murmurs a blessing on this hasty marriage that is to deprive him of all he best loves on earth. "I give you my honor I didn't. I neither saw nor heard but what I tell you. Why, if I had listened I could fill a volume with their nonsense. Three-quarters of an hour it lasted. How a fellow can take forty-five minutes to say, 'Will you marry me?' passes my comprehension. Whenever I am going to do that sort of thing, which of course," looking at Mona, "will be never now, on account of what you said to me some time since,—but if ever I should be tempted, I shall get it over in twenty seconds precisely: that will even give me time to take her hand and get through the orthodox embrace." "No one blames you," says Mona; "yet it is hard that Nicholas should be made unhappy.".
298 people found this
review helpful