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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... answered the agent . " Ter- rible ! " exclaimed the Nabob ; " but I must listen— go on . " " In this wretched country , where scarcely a landlord understands his real interest , almost every farm is at a rack rent . Our population has ...
... answered the agent . " Ter- rible ! " exclaimed the Nabob ; " but I must listen— go on . " " In this wretched country , where scarcely a landlord understands his real interest , almost every farm is at a rack rent . Our population has ...
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... answer to the above communication . 66 MY DEAR FRIEND , " Your letter has completely unmanned me . I am too full for expression ! True - it requires all the firmness of man to think of such a catastrophe . Good God ! My poor , kind ...
... answer to the above communication . 66 MY DEAR FRIEND , " Your letter has completely unmanned me . I am too full for expression ! True - it requires all the firmness of man to think of such a catastrophe . Good God ! My poor , kind ...
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... answer to this letter could reach me → till then , farewell ! Severe as the stroke has been , your sympathy and manner have made it less in- tolerable than it would have been , coming through a less warm medium . Pray believe me , my ...
... answer to this letter could reach me → till then , farewell ! Severe as the stroke has been , your sympathy and manner have made it less in- tolerable than it would have been , coming through a less warm medium . Pray believe me , my ...
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... answer : 66 MY DEAR WILFORD , " I heard of the unfortunate accident in your family this morning only , and I instantly proceeded to Mulgatawny , to see if I could be useful to Mrs. Wilford . Your friend Mr. T had left me nothing to do ...
... answer : 66 MY DEAR WILFORD , " I heard of the unfortunate accident in your family this morning only , and I instantly proceeded to Mulgatawny , to see if I could be useful to Mrs. Wilford . Your friend Mr. T had left me nothing to do ...
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... answer ; but , a considerable time after , his brother attorneys invited me to a party where he was present ; and , as I considered the idea to have originated with my father , I accepted their attention with great pleasure . My father ...
... answer ; but , a considerable time after , his brother attorneys invited me to a party where he was present ; and , as I considered the idea to have originated with my father , I accepted their attention with great pleasure . My father ...
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Страница 175 - And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence ? How the dear object from the crime remove, Or how distinguish penitence from love ? Unequal task ! a passion to resign, For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine. Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state, How often must it love, how often hate ! How often hope, despair, resent, regret, Conceal, disdain, — do all things but forget.
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