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... passing unheeded ; and never a thought of giving up our sport until some sharp - sighted urchin of our number espies afar off " our mammies " hurrying towards us , with pinned - up aprons and hands raised up to shield the searching ...
... passing unheeded ; and never a thought of giving up our sport until some sharp - sighted urchin of our number espies afar off " our mammies " hurrying towards us , with pinned - up aprons and hands raised up to shield the searching ...
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... passed , the Alcade , without allowing himself to be stopped by this unfore- seen incident , ordered the departure of the cortége . The crowd moved onwards , and soon after appeared the condemned him- self , followed by a monk charged ...
... passed , the Alcade , without allowing himself to be stopped by this unfore- seen incident , ordered the departure of the cortége . The crowd moved onwards , and soon after appeared the condemned him- self , followed by a monk charged ...
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... passing along the quay , or crossing over the " Pont Louis xv . " The aspect of the Swimming School has also its philosophic side . If there is a place in the world where a man , deprived of all exterior distinctions , far removed from ...
... passing along the quay , or crossing over the " Pont Louis xv . " The aspect of the Swimming School has also its philosophic side . If there is a place in the world where a man , deprived of all exterior distinctions , far removed from ...
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... passing at the time , quickly taking possession of the beaver , ran on laughing before the sombre group of old men . " Ah ! is that you , good - for - nothing Zanetto , wicked profli- gate ? " exclaimed the Signor Canapo . " Give me ...
... passing at the time , quickly taking possession of the beaver , ran on laughing before the sombre group of old men . " Ah ! is that you , good - for - nothing Zanetto , wicked profli- gate ? " exclaimed the Signor Canapo . " Give me ...
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... passed on without stooping for a raw lentil . You see , then , that all is not good to gather and preserve . Your servant , Signor Taccagno ! " Zanetto was not a houseless or nameless vagabond , as the reader may have probably supposed ...
... passed on without stooping for a raw lentil . You see , then , that all is not good to gather and preserve . Your servant , Signor Taccagno ! " Zanetto was not a houseless or nameless vagabond , as the reader may have probably supposed ...
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