Littell's Living Age, Том 92Living Age Company Incorporated, 1867 |
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... Poor hard hands , all labour - seamed ! For she worked while others dreamed . Slender lips , pale buds that never Felt love's holy morning dew , Making them with gladness quiver Poor dead child ! she never knew How our lovers joyaunce ...
... Poor hard hands , all labour - seamed ! For she worked while others dreamed . Slender lips , pale buds that never Felt love's holy morning dew , Making them with gladness quiver Poor dead child ! she never knew How our lovers joyaunce ...
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... poor Léonie's instrument was standing there , it is true , but cracked and jarred , and with a faded front . Soon a piece of bright new red silk replaced the sickly green , the rosewood complexion was polished to a brilliant brown by ...
... poor Léonie's instrument was standing there , it is true , but cracked and jarred , and with a faded front . Soon a piece of bright new red silk replaced the sickly green , the rosewood complexion was polished to a brilliant brown by ...
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... poor Léonie be- stowed so much care and expense ? Ah ! there are only English capable of such baseness . " Mdame Mérard stopped , much satisfied , for Catherine had turned pale , and then looking round , and seeing Fontaine stand- ing ...
... poor Léonie be- stowed so much care and expense ? Ah ! there are only English capable of such baseness . " Mdame Mérard stopped , much satisfied , for Catherine had turned pale , and then looking round , and seeing Fontaine stand- ing ...
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... poor little girls , however , escaped the ex- orcisings to which they would doubtless have been subject if they had arrived , for Lady Farebrother , taking alarm at some chance expressions in Catherine's letters , wrote in her flowing ...
... poor little girls , however , escaped the ex- orcisings to which they would doubtless have been subject if they had arrived , for Lady Farebrother , taking alarm at some chance expressions in Catherine's letters , wrote in her flowing ...
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... poor Reine , in her perplexity , had written back to offer to set him free . ble partie . That horrible greasy pack of cards which was brought out every after- noon inspired poor Catherine with a morbid feeling of disgust that would ...
... poor Reine , in her perplexity , had written back to offer to set him free . ble partie . That horrible greasy pack of cards which was brought out every after- noon inspired poor Catherine with a morbid feeling of disgust that would ...
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