"Dutch" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... There's indeed a history for you. You didn't notice, perhaps, that rakish schooner that came to anchor in the bay early in the forenoon. What lines she had! Well, that was his craft. To-morrow she'll be gone, it is whispered, to try for pearl in prohibited Dutch waters. Can't you imagine her slinking round the islands, watching for the patrolling gunboat, and ready, directly she has passed, to slip into the bay, skim it of its shell, and put to sea ...
— A Bid for Fortune - or Dr. Nikola's Vendetta • Guy Boothby
... am meditating, will produce her consent, I hope, to other favours of the like kind: for, should she not choose the place in which I am expecting to see her, I can attend her any where in the rambling Dutch-taste garden, whenever she will permit me that honour: for my implement, high Joseph Leman, has procured me the opportunity of getting two keys made to the garden-door (one of which I have given him for reasons ...
— Clarissa, Volume 1 (of 9) • Samuel Richardson
... TRANSLATIONS. English-French, English-German, English-Dutch, English- Danish, English-Norwegian, English-Swedish, English-Czech. In one volume, alternate pages of English and the translation; library edition, cloth, each $1.00; six or more, each 75 cents; pocket edition, leatherette, round corners, gilt edges, each $1.50; ...
— Rudimental Divine Science • Mary Baker G. Eddy
... bouquets, fields admirably cultivated and divided into little patches like gardens, rivers with extraordinary windings, microscopic roads, coquettish-looking villages, so white and so clean that I think the Dutch housewives must scour the very roofs of their houses every morning. In the midst of every village there is a jewel of a church with a shining steeple. While riding along at a height of 700 metres, we had beneath us a picture of Paul Potter's fifty leagues square. All at once the tableaux became ...
— Up in the Clouds - Balloon Voyages • R.M. Ballantyne
... less in a state of disorder; the few pictures on the wall, the portrait of the woman herself, The Holy Family Journeying to Egypt, a print of Millet's Angelus, and a rude etching of a dog hung anyhow, the frames smashed and the glass broken. A Dutch clock, with figures of nymphs on the face, and the timing piece of a shell dangling from the weights, looked idly down, its pendulum gone and ...
— The Red Horizon • Patrick MacGill
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