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| David Harrison Stevens - 1923 - 938 ÆäÀÌÁö
...at all, sir. There is nothing I like so much as grave conversation myself ; I could hear it forever. where are fie wenches? LADY WISHFORT. Dear Cousin...bind me to you inviolably. I have an affair of mome MARLOW. It 's — a disease — of the mind, madam. In the variety of tastes there must be some who,... | |
| Alban Bertram De Mille - 1924 - 552 ÆäÀÌÁö
...sex. — But I'm afraid I grow tiresome. Miss Hard. Not at all, Sir; there is nothing I like so 20much as grave conversation myself; I could hear it for...light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. Marl. It's — a disease — of the mind, madam. In as the variety of tastes there must be some who... | |
| Edwin Almiron Greenlaw, William Harris Elson, Christine M. Keck - 1923 - 648 ÆäÀÌÁö
...converse only with the more grave and sensible part of the sex. — But I'm afraid I grow tiresome. Miss Hard. Not at all, sir; there is nothing I like so much as grave conversation myself; I could hear it forever. Indeed, I have often been surprised how a man of sentiment could ever admire those light,... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1926 - 332 ÆäÀÌÁö
...only with the more grave and sensible part of the sex. — |— But I'm afraid I grow tiresome. Miss Hard. Not at all, sir; there is nothing I like so...light airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. variety of tastes there must be some who, wanting a relish for — um-a-um. Miss Hard. I understand... | |
| Harold F. Rubinstein - 1928 - 1138 ÆäÀÌÁö
...converse only with the more grave and sensible part of the sex. But I'm afraid I grow tiresome. Miss : Some treason or some villany was cause. ARUN. : , MARLOW : It's — a disease — of the mind, madam. In the variety of tastes there must be some who,... | |
| Robert Metcalf Smith - 1928 - 778 ÆäÀÌÁö
...with the more grave and sensible part of the sex. — But I'm afraid I grow tiresome. Miss HARDCASTLE. Not at all, sir; there is nothing I like so much as...light, airy pleasures, where nothing reaches the heart. MARLOW. It's — a disease — of the mind, madam. In the variety of tastes there must be some who,... | |
| Katharine Kester - 1937 - 268 ÆäÀÌÁö
...with the more grave and sensible part of the sex. But I'm afraid 1 grow tiresome. MISS HARDCASTLE. Not at all, sir; there is nothing I like so much as grave conversation myself; 1 could hear it for ever. Indeed I have often been surprised how a man of sentiment could ever admire... | |
| 1867 - 420 ÆäÀÌÁö
...there is nothing I like so much as conversation — grave conversation myself; I could hear it forever. Indeed I have often been surprised how a man of sentiment could even admire those light and airy pleasures where nothing reaches the heart." 2 "Mar. It's a — disease... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1994 - 60 ÆäÀÌÁö
...me, madam, I—I—I—as yet have stud'«* ied—only—to—but I'm afraid I grow tiresome. KATE. Not at all, sir; there is nothing I like so much as grave conversation myself. MARLOW. I can't help observing—a— KATE (aside). Who could ever suppose this fellow impudent upon... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1994 - 60 ÆäÀÌÁö
...— I — I — as yet have stud'«* ied — only — to — but I'm afraid I grow tiresome. KATE. Not at all, sir; there is nothing I like so much as grave conversation myself. MARLOW. I can't help observing — a — KATE (aside). Who could ever suppose this fellow impudent... | |
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