Forty years in the world; or, Sketches and tales of a soldier's life, by the author of Fifteen years in India, Том 3 |
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... Conamore appeared to me nearly sixty , when I became acquainted with him . He had long since forsaken the thorny paths of ambition , and se- cluded himself much from the great world , passing his time on an estate , most beautifully ...
... Conamore appeared to me nearly sixty , when I became acquainted with him . He had long since forsaken the thorny paths of ambition , and se- cluded himself much from the great world , passing his time on an estate , most beautifully ...
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... Conamore , pleasantly situated on a point ; before which were at all times to be seen a variety of vessels lying close to the quays . Along the sides of the mountains marks of labour were apparent , wheresoever the eye roved . White ...
... Conamore , pleasantly situated on a point ; before which were at all times to be seen a variety of vessels lying close to the quays . Along the sides of the mountains marks of labour were apparent , wheresoever the eye roved . White ...
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... Conamore's only child , a most charming girl ; and to his Lordship's prime minister in and about Conamore , Mr. Peter Prentice , who was , to describe him in a word , as great an oddity as his master . It was customary with Lord Conamore ...
... Conamore's only child , a most charming girl ; and to his Lordship's prime minister in and about Conamore , Mr. Peter Prentice , who was , to describe him in a word , as great an oddity as his master . It was customary with Lord Conamore ...
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... Conamore , received a polite invitation , and my acquaintance with the characters whom I introduce commenced . The breath of summer never perfumed a more lovely evening than that in which my friend and I sallied forth to partake of the ...
... Conamore , received a polite invitation , and my acquaintance with the characters whom I introduce commenced . The breath of summer never perfumed a more lovely evening than that in which my friend and I sallied forth to partake of the ...
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... Conamore ; I say reputed son , because I have private reasons for believing that he is the child of another and a greater man . Be this as it may , while Lord Conamore and the doctor have been deep in argument , whether St. Patrick ever ...
... Conamore ; I say reputed son , because I have private reasons for believing that he is the child of another and a greater man . Be this as it may , while Lord Conamore and the doctor have been deep in argument , whether St. Patrick ever ...
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