Eliza Cook's journal, Том 11 |
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... look of fear ? " Mother , the thought haunts me like a dream ! Oh , mother , let me go down to the harbour , for I can't rest for thinking of him ! " and half an hour ago , poor Annie had started suddenly up from her seat in the cottage ...
... look of fear ? " Mother , the thought haunts me like a dream ! Oh , mother , let me go down to the harbour , for I can't rest for thinking of him ! " and half an hour ago , poor Annie had started suddenly up from her seat in the cottage ...
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... look out ! Starting as if by magic from her trance , she springs up from the ground - her cheek on fire - her arms ... Look ! look ! they are sinking ! nothing be done ? - ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL . subject with her mother and brother ELIZA ...
... look out ! Starting as if by magic from her trance , she springs up from the ground - her cheek on fire - her arms ... Look ! look ! they are sinking ! nothing be done ? - ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL . subject with her mother and brother ELIZA ...
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... look rather than a bow , and removing the pipe from his mouth , deliberately sent a volume of smoke across the table- probably in token of greeting . " Mrs. Hahnemann addressed me , and wrote down my answers to her numerous questions ...
... look rather than a bow , and removing the pipe from his mouth , deliberately sent a volume of smoke across the table- probably in token of greeting . " Mrs. Hahnemann addressed me , and wrote down my answers to her numerous questions ...
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... look over an old file of Tait's Magazine , will find that Bon Gaultier was a very frequent contributor to that publication , between the years 1841 and 1845. The first articles which appeared , were a series of clever caricatures of ...
... look over an old file of Tait's Magazine , will find that Bon Gaultier was a very frequent contributor to that publication , between the years 1841 and 1845. The first articles which appeared , were a series of clever caricatures of ...
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... rooms , Would come to the windows , and rest on their brooms , With their saucy caps , and their crispéd hair , And they'd toss their caps in the fragrant air , And say to each other- " Just look down there ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL . 19.
... rooms , Would come to the windows , and rest on their brooms , With their saucy caps , and their crispéd hair , And they'd toss their caps in the fragrant air , And say to each other- " Just look down there ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL . 19.
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