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Dora (Classic Reprint)
EN NWISBN: 9781330969755 bzw. 1330969758, in Englisch, Forgotten Books, neu.
Lieferung aus: Vereinigtes Königreich Großbritannien und Nordirland, in-stock.
Excerpt from Dora The autumn wind swept with a long wail over the broad bay of Dublin, then went and died, still moaning, and lamenting, amongst the distant mountains. In its occasional intervals of silence, gusts of rain came and beat against the window-panes with a pitiful, impatient sound, as if claiming to be heard, till the clamorous wind rose again and drowned every voice save its own tempestuous roar. Dusk was gathering in Mrs. Courtenay's bare parlor, and very chill and cheerless as well as bare it would have looked on this evening, if Dora Courtenay had not been standing by the window with her work hanging loosely in her hand, and her eyes fastened on the prospect of sea and mist and cloudy mountains, which was all that she could see through the slanting rain. Mrs. Courtenay's parlor was, as we said, a very bare one. The chairs, the table, the black hearth, the low ceiling, sadly in need of whitewash, the dull grey paper on the walls, gave it a desolate look: but you forgot that when you saw Dora. No room with a sunbeam, or a Titian, or a Giorgione in it would seem cold and desolate to you were it a garret; and no room in which this girl appeared could fail being brightened by her gay young presence. She was not beautiful, she was not handsome, she was not even very pretty - but she was bright, wonderfully bright. If there were such a thing as brown gold, Dora's hair might be said to be of that color. If roses ever bloomed on a maiden's cheek, they were to be found on hers. If joy ever beamed in mortal eyes, it surely shone in Dora'S. When you looked at her you forgot her half-shabby black dress, her mother's cold parlor - you forgot even that Dora was young, and had a charming figure - you forgot all save the shining hair and the happy eyes, and the genial smile and the young warm voice which matched with them so well; and these you remembered for evermore. "I can't stand this, you know," suddenly said Dora, flinging down her work; "I must see.
Excerpt from Dora The autumn wind swept with a long wail over the broad bay of Dublin, then went and died, still moaning, and lamenting, amongst the distant mountains. In its occasional intervals of silence, gusts of rain came and beat against the window-panes with a pitiful, impatient sound, as if claiming to be heard, till the clamorous wind rose again and drowned every voice save its own tempestuous roar. Dusk was gathering in Mrs. Courtenay's bare parlor, and very chill and cheerless as well as bare it would have looked on this evening, if Dora Courtenay had not been standing by the window with her work hanging loosely in her hand, and her eyes fastened on the prospect of sea and mist and cloudy mountains, which was all that she could see through the slanting rain. Mrs. Courtenay's parlor was, as we said, a very bare one. The chairs, the table, the black hearth, the low ceiling, sadly in need of whitewash, the dull grey paper on the walls, gave it a desolate look: but you forgot that when you saw Dora. No room with a sunbeam, or a Titian, or a Giorgione in it would seem cold and desolate to you were it a garret; and no room in which this girl appeared could fail being brightened by her gay young presence. She was not beautiful, she was not handsome, she was not even very pretty - but she was bright, wonderfully bright. If there were such a thing as brown gold, Dora's hair might be said to be of that color. If roses ever bloomed on a maiden's cheek, they were to be found on hers. If joy ever beamed in mortal eyes, it surely shone in Dora'S. When you looked at her you forgot her half-shabby black dress, her mother's cold parlor - you forgot even that Dora was young, and had a charming figure - you forgot all save the shining hair and the happy eyes, and the genial smile and the young warm voice which matched with them so well; and these you remembered for evermore. "I can't stand this, you know," suddenly said Dora, flinging down her work; "I must see.
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