Clouds that PassS.W. Partridge & Company, 1898 - 320 страница |
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... colour rise in her victim's cheek , she turned to Mrs Leigh . " You have hardly said anything this afternoon . I suppose you have called on Mrs Barret ? " " Not as yet , Mrs Vaughn . I have scarcely been anywhere since my illness ...
... colour rise in her victim's cheek , she turned to Mrs Leigh . " You have hardly said anything this afternoon . I suppose you have called on Mrs Barret ? " " Not as yet , Mrs Vaughn . I have scarcely been anywhere since my illness ...
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... colour that tinged her cheek , just what this meant to her . He had told her of his friend's skill so often , that a wistful desire to see him had lately grown into great longing - but how eager she was for recovery , even her brother ...
... colour that tinged her cheek , just what this meant to her . He had told her of his friend's skill so often , that a wistful desire to see him had lately grown into great longing - but how eager she was for recovery , even her brother ...
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... colours , now tarred on a rough fence , the posts breaking up the words in a fantastic manner . On they hurried , passing some crowded suburb , with its closely packed houses rising above each other like upheaved 38 CLOUDS THAT PASS .
... colours , now tarred on a rough fence , the posts breaking up the words in a fantastic manner . On they hurried , passing some crowded suburb , with its closely packed houses rising above each other like upheaved 38 CLOUDS THAT PASS .
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... vague uneasiness at the vivid colour which had mounted into the smooth , boyish face , and the deep brilliance of the frank , blue eyes . E He felt relieved when they joined their hostess in the DICK NORRIS - BANK CLERK , 65.
... vague uneasiness at the vivid colour which had mounted into the smooth , boyish face , and the deep brilliance of the frank , blue eyes . E He felt relieved when they joined their hostess in the DICK NORRIS - BANK CLERK , 65.
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... colour . found himself listening almost eagerly for the answer that came so slowly . Rex " They have had a pretty sick house - influenza , I fancy . " ( c ' Did you been ? " tell them what a naughty boy you had The voice was decidedly ...
... colour . found himself listening almost eagerly for the answer that came so slowly . Rex " They have had a pretty sick house - influenza , I fancy . " ( c ' Did you been ? " tell them what a naughty boy you had The voice was decidedly ...
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afraid afternoon afternoon tea answered asked Aunt Jean Author beautiful better bright bright eyes chair child Cloth boards Cloth extra colour course dark dear Dick Norris doctor Dr Cameron Dr Cranston Dr Muir Dulcie Eric Evelyn Everett-Green eyes F. M. Holmes face fancy feel felt gently girl glance Grumbul hand Harold head nurse heart Homeopathic hospital hour Hurlstone Illustrated Jack Jennie Chappell Jessie John Bunyan knew lady Lancelot Speed laughed lips looked Marion Melbourne merry Miss Cranston Miss Leigh Mona Mona's morning mother never night Nurse Blythe Nurse Leigh Nurse Mayne Nurse Sharp Nurse Tug Nurse West once pain pale patient Pictures pity poor quiet quietly smile St Kilda Road Story strange suppose sure sweet talk Teddie tell thing thought to-night told turned Vaughn voice ward Whyne wonder young
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