The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Том 24Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, Limited, 1899 |
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... fire steadily . You might kill your man then instead of wounding him . " The noise of a carriage was heard approaching . " Here he is , " said the seconds , who soon descried a calèche coming along the road ; it was drawn by four horses ...
... fire steadily . You might kill your man then instead of wounding him . " The noise of a carriage was heard approaching . " Here he is , " said the seconds , who soon descried a calèche coming along the road ; it was drawn by four horses ...
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... fire twice when and how he pleased , and after the signal had been given by the seconds . " What are you doing , Charles ? " exclaimed the young man who acted as a second to Raphael's antagonist ; " you are put- ting in the ball before ...
... fire twice when and how he pleased , and after the signal had been given by the seconds . " What are you doing , Charles ? " exclaimed the young man who acted as a second to Raphael's antagonist ; " you are put- ting in the ball before ...
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... fire . His first glance of ownership told him that everything was there ; he turned to go back to bed again , when he noticed that a Greuze portrait looked out of the frame that had held Sebastian del Piombo's " Templar . " Suspicion ...
... fire . His first glance of ownership told him that everything was there ; he turned to go back to bed again , when he noticed that a Greuze portrait looked out of the frame that had held Sebastian del Piombo's " Templar . " Suspicion ...
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... fire , the intellect that won the Roman scholarship - all his youth , came back to him for a little . " My good Schmucke , " he said at last , " you must do as I tell you , and obey like a soldier . Listen ! go downstairs into the lodge ...
... fire , the intellect that won the Roman scholarship - all his youth , came back to him for a little . " My good Schmucke , " he said at last , " you must do as I tell you , and obey like a soldier . Listen ! go downstairs into the lodge ...
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... fire in the grate to go . " he said . Then he rose " After all , no one will know about it but you began La Cibot . and me " It can never be proved that a will existed , " asserted the man of law . " And you ? " " I ? ... If M. Pons ...
... fire in the grate to go . " he said . Then he rose " After all , no one will know about it but you began La Cibot . and me " It can never be proved that a will existed , " asserted the man of law . " And you ? " " I ? ... If M. Pons ...
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Adrienne ALFRED TENNYSON answered Arthur Dimmesdale asked bandolining beautiful bells better breath Brunt canon Chateau d'If child Cibot Cleopatra colonel Consuelo cried curate Dantes dark dead dear death Djalma door Dorcas dream Ellen eyes face fancy father fear feeling felt Fraisier gentleman give hand happiness head hear heard heart heaven Hester Prynne hope hour Jane Jefferson Brick Kardouon La Cibot Lady Hester Stanhope laugh leave light lips listened live Lockman look Mademoiselle de Cardoville Martin Meïamoun mind missis morning Mugby Junction never night once passed Pons poor Rawdon replied Reuben scarlet letter Schaunard Schmucke seemed sleep smile Sniff soul stood sure tears tell thee THEOPHILE GAUTIER things THOMAS HOOD thou thought told trembling turned voice wish woman words Xailoun young lord
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