Marian

(adj.) of or relating to or venerating the Virgin Mary .

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• Your book-case, Marian--your dear-little-shabby-old-satin-wood book-case--how glad I am you brought it with you from Limmeridge! 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• I laid down Marian's letter, and felt myself--justly felt myself--an injured man. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• Sir Percival looked seriously embarrassed and distressed, Mr. Fairlie stretched out his lazy legs on his velvet footstool, and said, Dear Marian! 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• This done, I wrote to Marian, to tell her that I was safe and well, and that I had fair prospects of success. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• On returning from Mrs. Vesey's, I instructed Marian to write (observing the same caution which I practised myself) to Mrs. Michelson. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• But no--she only said, I will go anywhere with you, Marian. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• Say you will live with me, Marian, when I am married--and say no more. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• Marian's face was sadly worn and anxious. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• I sat down to look at the drawing, and to tell Marian, in whispers, what had happened. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• It is summer time, Marian, and there is not a breath of wind. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• The first source of information to which I applied was the journal kept at Blackwater Park by Marian Halcombe. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• When I am totally prostrated (did I mention that I was totally prostrated by Marian's letter? 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• One of them was old, the other I knew at once, by Marian's description of her, to be Margaret Porcher. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• I was alone with him, Marian--his cruel hand was bruising my arm--what could I do? 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• These were all the particulars that I could gain from Marian. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• The housekeeper could not help us--Laura could not help us--Marian could not help us. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• I have heard from Marian, she went on, that I have only to claim my release from our engagement to obtain that release from you. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• I am ashamed to look at you, Marian, she said, after what you submitted to downstairs, for my sake. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• Unless we could persuade her that Marian had gone on to Cumberland first, there was no chance of removing her, of her own free will, from the house. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• I must submit, Marian, as well as I can, she said. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• My familiarity with Marian's journal sufficiently assured me that the elderly lady was Madame Fosco. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• What can we do, Marian? 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• No one was in the room but Marian. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• Marian was at the stairhead waiting for me. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• The Count was exercising his canaries as he used to exercise them in Marian's time at Blackwater Park. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• Don't let him part me from Marian, she cried, with a sudden outbreak of energy. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• But few words sufficed to tell Laura and Marian how my desperate venture had ended, and what the next event in our lives was likely to be. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• Well, Marian, when our other resources have failed us, I mean to know the Secret. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• Don't let me think--that is all I ask now, Marian--don't let me think. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.
• Marian was the good angel of our lives--let Marian end our Story. 威尔基·柯林斯. 白衣女人.

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