Gleanings from popular authors, grave and gay, Том 11882 |
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... look o unhappy , that it gave me pain to see her bright face clouded and for me ! and I would go softly to her and say : " What's the matter , Dora ! " Dora would look up hopelessly , and reply , " They won't come right . They make my ...
... look o unhappy , that it gave me pain to see her bright face clouded and for me ! and I would go softly to her and say : " What's the matter , Dora ! " Dora would look up hopelessly , and reply , " They won't come right . They make my ...
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... look so unhappy , that it gave me pain to see her bright face clouded --and for me ! -- and I would g softly to her and say : .. What's the matter , Dora ! ” go Dora would look up hopelessly , and reply , " They won't come right . They ...
... look so unhappy , that it gave me pain to see her bright face clouded --and for me ! -- and I would g softly to her and say : .. What's the matter , Dora ! ” go Dora would look up hopelessly , and reply , " They won't come right . They ...
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... look . " Mind , my darling ? " แ Because I don't know what you will think , or what you may have thought sometimes . Perhaps you have often thought the same . Doady , dear , I am afraid I was too young . " I lay my face upon the pillow ...
... look . " Mind , my darling ? " แ Because I don't know what you will think , or what you may have thought sometimes . Perhaps you have often thought the same . Doady , dear , I am afraid I was too young . " I lay my face upon the pillow ...
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... look . " Mind , my darling ? " " Because I don't know what you will think , or what you may have thought sometimes . Perhaps you have often thought the same . Doady , dear , I am afraid I was too young . " I lay my face upon the pillow ...
... look . " Mind , my darling ? " " Because I don't know what you will think , or what you may have thought sometimes . Perhaps you have often thought the same . Doady , dear , I am afraid I was too young . " I lay my face upon the pillow ...
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... Look'ee here , stranger , Whar her you been ? Here in this tunnel He was my pardner . That same Tom Flynn , Working together . In wind and weather , Day out and in . Didn't know Flynn ! Well , that queer : Why , it's a sin , To think of ...
... Look'ee here , stranger , Whar her you been ? Here in this tunnel He was my pardner . That same Tom Flynn , Working together . In wind and weather , Day out and in . Didn't know Flynn ! Well , that queer : Why , it's a sin , To think of ...
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