 | George Rice Carpenter - 1916 - 798 էջ
...the plant and was nourished with its breath. It was my sister, and I loved it with a human affection; for, alas! — hast thou not suspected it? — there...my kind. Until Heaven sent thee, dearest Giovanni, 0, how lonely was thy poor Beatrice!" " Was it a hard doom ? " asked Giovanni, fixing his eyes upon... | |
 | Walter Cochrane Bronson - 1916 - 760 էջ
...the plant and was nourished with its breath. It was my sister, and I loved it with a human affection; for, alas! — hast thou not suspected it? — there...my kind. Until Heaven sent thee, dearest Giovanni, O, how lonely was thy poor Beatrice!" "Was it a hard doom ? " asked Giovanni, fixing his eyes upon... | |
 | Robert William Chambers - 1923 - 1250 էջ
...the plant, and was nourished with its breath. It was my sister, and loved it with a human affection: for — alas! hast thou not suspected it ? •there...frowned so darkly upon her that Beatrice paused and embled. But her faith in his tenderness reassured her, and made her ush that she had doubted for an... | |
 | Eric S. Rabkin - 1983 - 548 էջ
...was nourished with its breath. It was my sister, and I loved it with a human affection: for— alasl hast thou not suspected it? there was an awful doom."...science— which estranged me from all society of any kind. Until Heaven sent thee, dearest Giovanni, Ohl how lonely was thy poor Beatrice!" "Was it... | |
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There was an awful doom," she continued, "the effect of my father's fatal love of science, which estranged me from all society of my kind. 
