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... honour . One day his father bade him go and market at Medina fair ; but he made some seemly excuse , and said that if his father so willed he would go as a merchant to Fez , with which we were then at peace . And this he said not as ...
... honour . One day his father bade him go and market at Medina fair ; but he made some seemly excuse , and said that if his father so willed he would go as a merchant to Fez , with which we were then at peace . And this he said not as ...
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... honour as if he had been a prince . And in truth the young man was of noble nature , and well trained and fit for ... honours which you have done me , and pray you to hold me at your service and command me at your discretion , for ...
... honour as if he had been a prince . And in truth the young man was of noble nature , and well trained and fit for ... honours which you have done me , and pray you to hold me at your service and command me at your discretion , for ...
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... honour and profit for you and your father , I counsel you to buy the bones of a holy Christian martyred here , whom the Christians hold in great veneration . These have come down by descent from father to son from him who first had them ...
... honour and profit for you and your father , I counsel you to buy the bones of a holy Christian martyred here , whom the Christians hold in great veneration . These have come down by descent from father to son from him who first had them ...
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... honour and put them where they will be esteemed , and thus , you having squandered the three thou sand crusadoes you took with you , my honour will compel me to spend as much again for the honour of these bones . " The youth would have ...
... honour and put them where they will be esteemed , and thus , you having squandered the three thou sand crusadoes you took with you , my honour will compel me to spend as much again for the honour of these bones . " The youth would have ...
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... honour and profit for yourself and your father and mother , and also for me and my wife and children . Go therefore content , and trust in me , " and thus dismissed the young man from the port . Speeding with a fair wind he arrived in ...
... honour and profit for yourself and your father and mother , and also for me and my wife and children . Go therefore content , and trust in me , " and thus dismissed the young man from the port . Speeding with a fair wind he arrived in ...
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Annecy arms asked Augustan literature beautiful became Bernard Sleigh better Bill Ellis blue brought charming child Clavichord Clifford's Inn colour Coltingham concerts damsel dark dear delightful Dolmetsch door Dunciad Elfred Ellis eyes father favour five thousand crusadoes gave give GRIEVE hand harpsichord head hear heard heart honour husband instruments JAMES KNIGHT jewel Jill Jill's cat Jimmy King knew lady land laugh LAURENCE HOUSMAN Lawrence look Lord Mabel Elsie Madame de Warens marry merchant Miss Mullins Moor Moor's mother natural never nobles once Packer's Rents palace passed pension pieces pietism play pleasure poor Pope Prince Princess returned Richard Rosewithan Rousseau Savoy seemed seen song soul stone strings talk things thou took traveller Trembath Vaud Vevey Villiers viol viola d'amore viola da gamba voice wife woman women words young youth
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