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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... Honor will never send a Challenge to a Cripple . The inward Wounds that are given by the inconsiderate Insults of Wit to those that want it , are as dangerous as those given by Oppression to Inferiors ; as long in healing , and perhaps ...
... Honor will never send a Challenge to a Cripple . The inward Wounds that are given by the inconsiderate Insults of Wit to those that want it , are as dangerous as those given by Oppression to Inferiors ; as long in healing , and perhaps ...
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... honor of the Peons of the Pam- pas by the Headlong Sir Francis ; but what the gallant major extols so loudly in the South American horseman , viz . , the lighting of a cigar when in mid career , was accomplished with equal ease by our ...
... honor of the Peons of the Pam- pas by the Headlong Sir Francis ; but what the gallant major extols so loudly in the South American horseman , viz . , the lighting of a cigar when in mid career , was accomplished with equal ease by our ...
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... honor , will deign to do . " “ Do you hear ? do you hear , Jackey ? Did I not tell you that I should know how to form a notion of her situation , either by her pertness , or her reverence ! — Ah , girl ! girl ! " Her nephew , who swears ...
... honor , will deign to do . " “ Do you hear ? do you hear , Jackey ? Did I not tell you that I should know how to form a notion of her situation , either by her pertness , or her reverence ! — Ah , girl ! girl ! " Her nephew , who swears ...
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... honor I was raised to , tho ' I was afraid to own it , if I did not show some spirit , and I said , " What , sir , is your privilege in this house ? And what is your pretense to detain me against my will ? " " Because , " said he , " I ...
... honor I was raised to , tho ' I was afraid to own it , if I did not show some spirit , and I said , " What , sir , is your privilege in this house ? And what is your pretense to detain me against my will ? " " Because , " said he , " I ...
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... honor ; for I am to set out on Wednesday on the way to my parents . ' " Now , again , thou liest , wench . " " I am not of quality , " said I , courtesying , " to answer such language . " Let me again caution thee , wench , not to ...
... honor ; for I am to set out on Wednesday on the way to my parents . ' " Now , again , thou liest , wench . " " I am not of quality , " said I , courtesying , " to answer such language . " Let me again caution thee , wench , not to ...
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