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Portrait of R. D. Blackmore R. D. Blackmore Lorna Doone — 52. The way to make the cream rise (1869)

Oh, the lies that are told of people—or rather I mean the falsehoods—because a man is better born, and has better manners! Why, Lorna, how is it that you never speak about your charming uncle? Did you notice, Lizzie, how his silver hair was waving upon his velvet collar, and how white his hands were, and every nail like an acorn; only pink like shell-fish, or at least like shells? And the way he bowed, and dropped his eyes, from his pure respect for me!
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Portrait of R. D. Blackmore R. D. Blackmore Lorna Doone — 52. The way to make the cream rise (1869)

He has stolen a hundred thousand pounds.'
'John,' cried my mother, 'you are mad!' And yet she turned as pale as death; for women are so quick at turning; and she inkled what it was.
'Of course I am, mother; mad about the marvels of Sir Galahad. He has gone off with my Lorna's necklace. Fifty farms like ours can never make it good to Lorna.'
Hereupon ensued grim silence. Mother looked at Lizzie's face, for she could not look at me; and Lizzie looked at me, to know: and as for me, I could have stamped almost on the heart of any one.
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Portrait of R. D. Blackmore R. D. Blackmore Lorna Doone — 52. The way to make the cream rise (1869)

The beads must be of plain common glass; but the brighter they are the better.'
'Then I know the very thing,' cried Annie; 'as bright as bright can be, and without any colour in it, except in the sun or candle light. Dearest Lorna has the very thing, a necklace of some old glass-beads, or I think they called them jewels: she will be too glad to lend it to us.
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