London Society, Том 13;Том 15James Hogg, Florence Marryat William Clowes and Sons, 1869 |
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... tell her of their good fortune . Still more , he plumed him- self on his forethought in resolving to ask her doctor's leave before he entered on so exciting a topic with the invalid . He longed to tell somebody . He was so happy , so ...
... tell her of their good fortune . Still more , he plumed him- self on his forethought in resolving to ask her doctor's leave before he entered on so exciting a topic with the invalid . He longed to tell somebody . He was so happy , so ...
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... tell the exact year in which Ward entered the Duke of Lucca's service - it must have been between 1825 and 1830. He was for some years in the ducal stables , when his cleverness and good con- duct attracted the favourable notice of his ...
... tell the exact year in which Ward entered the Duke of Lucca's service - it must have been between 1825 and 1830. He was for some years in the ducal stables , when his cleverness and good con- duct attracted the favourable notice of his ...
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... tell , Are these Chloes of the plain , ! These Dorindas of the dell . Sunny locks about them float , Blue as summer beam their eyes , Roses freshen in their cheeks , Aromatic are their sighs . Happy poets , who to song ] Can their ...
... tell , Are these Chloes of the plain , ! These Dorindas of the dell . Sunny locks about them float , Blue as summer beam their eyes , Roses freshen in their cheeks , Aromatic are their sighs . Happy poets , who to song ] Can their ...
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... tell me he loved me ! And I listened to him . ' She lifted her head up , with a sud- den , proud little gesture ... telling me so ; how could I not listen ? I was his , he said ; no other man's . His own - was it not so ? Ah ! he had no ...
... tell me he loved me ! And I listened to him . ' She lifted her head up , with a sud- den , proud little gesture ... telling me so ; how could I not listen ? I was his , he said ; no other man's . His own - was it not so ? Ah ! he had no ...
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... tell Aunt Hope what has happened . Tell mamma ? I daren't , Helen . She's set her heart on my marrying her Croesus . And , besides , she can't bear Rawdon . ' For all that , if you don't tell her , Rawdon must . Or I. I'm not afraid of ...
... tell Aunt Hope what has happened . Tell mamma ? I daren't , Helen . She's set her heart on my marrying her Croesus . And , besides , she can't bear Rawdon . ' For all that , if you don't tell her , Rawdon must . Or I. I'm not afraid of ...
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