The Highland Monthly, Томови 4-5John Menzies & Company, 1893 |
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... eyes to mine , and in a quick way for him thanked me for helping him out of a difficulty . I remarked that such and such passages in that part of the work would have presented similar difficulties to him . He looked his admiration of my ...
... eyes to mine , and in a quick way for him thanked me for helping him out of a difficulty . I remarked that such and such passages in that part of the work would have presented similar difficulties to him . He looked his admiration of my ...
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... eyes from the Scotsman and fix my atten- tion on her . The sound of footsteps reached me through the open door , and I was sure it was Willie that was coming . Then the truth flashed on me that this stranger was his mother . When his eyes ...
... eyes from the Scotsman and fix my atten- tion on her . The sound of footsteps reached me through the open door , and I was sure it was Willie that was coming . Then the truth flashed on me that this stranger was his mother . When his eyes ...
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... eyes after some hours , he arose with difficulty , and beholding a gipsy with a donkey , implored assistance , whereupon , being churlishly refused , he took heart of grace , and toppling the rude fellow down a steep bank , mounted his ...
... eyes after some hours , he arose with difficulty , and beholding a gipsy with a donkey , implored assistance , whereupon , being churlishly refused , he took heart of grace , and toppling the rude fellow down a steep bank , mounted his ...
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... the poor old soldier suddenly paused , gave a slow glance around like one bewildered , and then , putting his sleeve up to his eyes , sobbed like a child . We had no opportunity to attempt any amende . The Scenes of Long Ago . 59.
... the poor old soldier suddenly paused , gave a slow glance around like one bewildered , and then , putting his sleeve up to his eyes , sobbed like a child . We had no opportunity to attempt any amende . The Scenes of Long Ago . 59.
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... eyes take the place in the Frith which the position of the heavenly bodies took in the horoscope of the ancient astrologers . The Frith is religious in its character , and is attributed to the Virgin Mary . It is called in Uist , Frith ...
... eyes take the place in the Frith which the position of the heavenly bodies took in the horoscope of the ancient astrologers . The Frith is religious in its character , and is attributed to the Virgin Mary . It is called in Uist , Frith ...
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