Once within the house the man sprang to his feet, closed the door, and revealed to the astonished farmer the fierce face and resolute expression of Jefferson
Hope.
I only wished they would have done, that we might hasten back to Horton Lodge: I longed to seek the retirement of my own room, or some sequestered nook in the grounds, that I might deliver myself up to my feelings--to weep my last farewell, and lament my false
hopes and vain delusions.
I really do not think Georgiana Darcy has her equal for beauty, elegance, and accomplishments; and the affection she inspires in Louisa and myself is heightened into something still more interesting, from the
hope we dare entertain of her being hereafter our sister.
There was no despondency when she fell asleep that night; nor was there
hope when she awoke in the morning.
He had lingered in the neighborhood, in the
hope of gaining her favorable regard, with time to help him.
'My pleasantest feeling, all the time that child was expected,' said Mr Kenwigs, mournfully, 'was a thinking, "If it's a boy, as I
hope it may be; for I have heard its uncle Lillyvick say again and again he would prefer our having a boy next, if it's a boy, what will his uncle Lillyvick say?
Her mind wandered over her
hopes and fears, recurring to her other labors, and the prices she received for occupations so wearying and slavish.
"I
hope I am not ungrateful, aunt," said Fanny modestly.
It is our only
hope, Lady Greystoke, and you must place your entire faith in me if I am to succeed.
February, however, was approaching; December was past; January, at length, was almost over - a few more weeks, and then, certain despair or renewal of
hope would put an end to this long agony of suspense.
Tom went about, hoping against
hope for the sight of one blessed sinful face, but disappointment crossed him everywhere.
I
hope it is not to say that your sister is worse."
I had been in many countries, and I
hope I had improved my store of knowledge.
And now I die, and since there is no
hope Of happiness for me in life or death, Still to my fantasy I'll fondly cling.
Such, father, is not (now) my theme - I will not madly deem that power Of Earth may shrive me of the sin Unearthly pride hath revell'd in - I have no time to dote or dream: You call it
hope - that fire of fire!
