Cover of Olive Vol 3

Olive Vol 3

Auhtor: Dinah Maria Craik

Language: english

Genres:

classic
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Review by Stephen M. Charme, June 2010


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'Olive Vol 3':

... in my son, yet I own this sudden scheme has troubled me. His health is better-why could he not stay at Harbury? Olive, wishing ...
... an eye stern in purity, yet melting in compassion remembering ever- How all the souls that were, were forfeit once And He who might ...
... to talk to him in her own quiet, affectionate way. You must not mistake me, Lyle you must not think I am laughing at you. Nothing would ...
... me, said Olive, trying to resume her wonted dignity, but still speaking in a placable, quiet tone. My dear Christal, you are younger than I, and ...
... God-fearing Scotswoman, less of pity, than a solemn sense of retributive justice, which she scarce could repress, even though it involved the condemnation ...
... with what mind he would come,-whether he would tell her he loved her, or ask her to be his wife,-she counted none of these things. Her love was ...
... F-, and that Michael Vanbrugh slept eternally beneath the blue sky of Rome. He had his wish-he had his wish! said Olive, gently. And ...
... up in its laughing destruction her beloved studio and the little parlour where her mother used to sit, twining round the white-curtained bed, ...
... forehead as he slept, and then her lips uttered the words with which Mrs. Flora had blessed her. O God, I thank Thee, for Thou hast given ...
... You might, my gentle one, but not I. Little you think how strong is man's pride-how stronger still is man's love. We will not look ...
... and her vigils and her prayers! God and the Virgin pity her, poor broken-hearted thing! said the compassionate nun. Speak to her once ...
... then strong love came between Olive and her agony, whispering, Child, wherever her spirit abides, thy mother forgets not thee! And so the desolate ...
... How will you manage your journey to-morrow? I shall not be able to go, said Christal, in a piteous voice, though over her averted ...
... but that her tears seemed all scorched up. Poor thing, poor thing! But he has done no wrong. He knew it not: he never shall know it. It ...
... No! Rather let it creep in there, and fold itself close and secret. What matter, even if its sweet sting be death? But I shall not die. ...
... with you, my dear friend. We shall not have many more walks home together, therefore will you come? And he came. Moreover, he contrived ...
... have come and been a mother to us when we lost our own, living with us, and taking care of us for seven long years? I am sure, cried ...
... her something painfully solemn in looking upon the serene face, where not one outward line marked the inward current which had run on for forty ...
... to wear an indifferent smile. But he was not quite happy. He did not know whether the woman he loved loved him. He had never asked her. ...
... has blessed me-may God bless you! His words ceased, somewhat tremulously and she felt, for the first time, Harold's lips touch her hand. ...