American Humourists: Recent and LivingA. Gardner, 1897 - 328 страница |
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... feel that I feel it deeply , and I am very sensitive . If you go home and go to bed it will be better for you than to go with me to Africa . " All this time his contributions to the press were being copied and recopied by the American ...
... feel that I feel it deeply , and I am very sensitive . If you go home and go to bed it will be better for you than to go with me to Africa . " All this time his contributions to the press were being copied and recopied by the American ...
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... feel that I had not lived in vain . I don't want to live in vain . I had rather live in Margate , or here . " The hall was crowded , and the heat oppres- sive , and his next remark was , " I wish when the Egypt- ians built this hall ...
... feel that I had not lived in vain . I don't want to live in vain . I had rather live in Margate , or here . " The hall was crowded , and the heat oppres- sive , and his next remark was , " I wish when the Egypt- ians built this hall ...
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... feel almost as much at home in Cleveland as though I had lived there all my days , to say nothing of my nights . Artemus invited me to share his bed with him for the remainder of the night , and I accepted . Adjoining his room lodged a ...
... feel almost as much at home in Cleveland as though I had lived there all my days , to say nothing of my nights . Artemus invited me to share his bed with him for the remainder of the night , and I accepted . Adjoining his room lodged a ...
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... feel a dependence upon or acknowledge allegiance to- " " " There I see that ! Don't put up another chip till I look at my hand . A good man , say you ? It ain't no name for it . He was the best man that ever—- Pard , you would have ...
... feel a dependence upon or acknowledge allegiance to- " " " There I see that ! Don't put up another chip till I look at my hand . A good man , say you ? It ain't no name for it . He was the best man that ever—- Pard , you would have ...
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... feel sorry for the clothes . " " I am a poor man , but I have this consolation - I am poor by accident , not by design . " 66 Money is like promises , easier made than kept . " " A long face is no more an indication of religion than a ...
... feel sorry for the clothes . " " I am a poor man , but I have this consolation - I am poor by accident , not by design . " 66 Money is like promises , easier made than kept . " " A long face is no more an indication of religion than a ...
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Страница 103 - MY aunt ! my dear unmarried aunt ! Long years have o'er her flown ; Yet still she strains the aching clasp That binds her virgin zone ; I know it hurts her, — though she looks As cheerful as she can ; Her waist is ampler than her life, For life is but a span.