The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, Том 17Richard Garnett 1899 |
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... Hand , a weaker Man than perhaps I may have passed for , even among my Enemies . With all my heart ! my Enemies will then read me with Pleas- ure , and you , perhaps , with Envy , when you find that Follies , without the Reproach of ...
... Hand , a weaker Man than perhaps I may have passed for , even among my Enemies . With all my heart ! my Enemies will then read me with Pleas- ure , and you , perhaps , with Envy , when you find that Follies , without the Reproach of ...
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... hand , and his bridle in his teeth , Turpin passed boldly on . His fierce looks - his furious steed - the impetus with which he pressed forward , bore down all before him . The horsemen gave way , and only served to swell the list of ...
... hand , and his bridle in his teeth , Turpin passed boldly on . His fierce looks - his furious steed - the impetus with which he pressed forward , bore down all before him . The horsemen gave way , and only served to swell the list of ...
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... hand ; and within a few seconds there was a stream of vapor exhaling from his lips , like the smoke from a steamboat shooting down the river , and tracking his still rapid course through the air . " I'll let ' em see what I think of ...
... hand ; and within a few seconds there was a stream of vapor exhaling from his lips , like the smoke from a steamboat shooting down the river , and tracking his still rapid course through the air . " I'll let ' em see what I think of ...
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... hand , coolly quaffing a tankard of ale . No sooner were they in sight than Dick vaulted into the saddle , and rode off . " Devil seize you , sir ! why didn't you stop him ? " ex- claimed Paterson , as he rode up . cannot go any further ...
... hand , coolly quaffing a tankard of ale . No sooner were they in sight than Dick vaulted into the saddle , and rode off . " Devil seize you , sir ! why didn't you stop him ? " ex- claimed Paterson , as he rode up . cannot go any further ...
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... hand , Black Bess started forward at a pace which few horses could have equaled , and scarcely any have sustained so long . Even Dick , accus- tomed as he was to her magnificent action , felt electrified at the speed with which he was ...
... hand , Black Bess started forward at a pace which few horses could have equaled , and scarcely any have sustained so long . Even Dick , accus- tomed as he was to her magnificent action , felt electrified at the speed with which he was ...
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