The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Том 17Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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... woman's tongue , and when that once begins , we all know what chance the curb has . Best to let her have it out , or rather to lend her a lift . " Twill be over the sooner . Tantivy , lass tantivy ! I know which of us will tire first ...
... woman's tongue , and when that once begins , we all know what chance the curb has . Best to let her have it out , or rather to lend her a lift . " Twill be over the sooner . Tantivy , lass tantivy ! I know which of us will tire first ...
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... woman , only because she is not a prostitute ; or him who dreams he is an honest man , merely because he does not rob or steal . May the Lord God of my fathers preserve me from such a poor , starved religion as this ! Were this the mark ...
... woman , only because she is not a prostitute ; or him who dreams he is an honest man , merely because he does not rob or steal . May the Lord God of my fathers preserve me from such a poor , starved religion as this ! Were this the mark ...
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... woman , " answer'd she , " and her nephew ; but he came on horse- back , and is gone into the stables , and they have three foot- men . " - " And I wish , " said I , " they were all three hundred miles off ! What shall I do ! " Mrs ...
... woman , " answer'd she , " and her nephew ; but he came on horse- back , and is gone into the stables , and they have three foot- men . " - " And I wish , " said I , " they were all three hundred miles off ! What shall I do ! " Mrs ...
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... woman . Mrs. Pamela ? " said she , and stared ; I suppose to see me dressed . " My lady desires to speak with you . " - " Now , " thought I , " I must go . She won't beat me , I hope . Oh , that my dear protector were at home ! " I ...
... woman . Mrs. Pamela ? " said she , and stared ; I suppose to see me dressed . " My lady desires to speak with you . " - " Now , " thought I , " I must go . She won't beat me , I hope . Oh , that my dear protector were at home ! " I ...
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... woman , who stood all the time , said softly , " Mrs. Pamela , you should not sit in my lady's presence . " My lady , tho ' she did not hear her , said , " You shall sit down , child , in the room where I am , when I give you leave ...
... woman , who stood all the time , said softly , " Mrs. Pamela , you should not sit in my lady's presence . " My lady , tho ' she did not hear her , said , " You shall sit down , child , in the room where I am , when I give you leave ...
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