 ... Biddy with regret. I sat with her till we heard the quartermaster scrape his feet at the hall-door on his return from his club, and kissing poor Biddy tenderly, as Roger entered by the front, I levanted by the back-door. I fancied myself desperately...  The Bivouac; Or, Stories of the Peninsular War - Strana 120podľa William Hamilton Maxwell - 1837Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1837 - Počet stránok 684
...levanted by the back-door. I fancied myself desperately in love, and was actually dreaming of my dulcinea when my aunt's maid called me before day, to prepare...dropped in, and I got it. Time slipped insensibly away—months became years—and three passed before I revisited Ballinamore. I heard, at stated periods,... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1837 - Počet stránok 698
...levanted by the back-door. I fancied myself desperately in love, and was actually dreaming of my dulcinea, when my aunt's maid called me before day, to prepare...regiment in Dublin. In a few weeks an ensigncy dropped it, and I got in. Time slipped insensibly away — months became years — and three passed before... | |
 | William Hamilton Maxwell - 1859 - Počet stránok 386
...levanted by the back-door. I fancied myself desperately in love, and was actually dreaming of my dulcinea, when my aunt's maid called me before day, to prepare...generally a detail of bad luck or bad health. For the last quarter she had never marked honours — or for the last week closed an eye with rheumatism and lumbago.... | |
 | Bentley's miscellany - 1859 - Počet stránok 308
...levanted by the backdoor. I fancied myself desperately in love, and was actually dreaming of my dulcinea, when 'my aunt's maid called me before day, to prepare...regiment in Dublin. In a few weeks an ensigncy dropped it, and I got in. Time slipped insensibly away — months became years — and three passed before... | |
 | William Hamilton Maxwell - 1860 - Počet stránok 296
...levanted by the back-door. I fancied myself desperately in love, and was actually dreaming of my dulcinea, when my aunt's maid called me before day, to prepare...months became years — and three passed before I sevisited Ballinamore. I heard, at stated periods, from Mrs. O'Finn. The letters were generally a detail... | |
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