The Standard Fourth Reader: With Spelling and Defining Lessons, Exercises in Declamation, Etc. Part twoJ.L. Shorey, 1871 - 336 страница |
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... asked one man of another , in a crowd . " Cer- tainly , I did , sir . " - " It is well you did , sir ; for I do not put up with jokes of that kind . " 11. Let no man be too proud to work . Let no man be ashamed of a hard fist or ...
... asked one man of another , in a crowd . " Cer- tainly , I did , sir . " - " It is well you did , sir ; for I do not put up with jokes of that kind . " 11. Let no man be too proud to work . Let no man be ashamed of a hard fist or ...
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... shaving ; he would only be convinced to the contrary by more kissing . When he was quieted , I asked his owner how he had succeeded in teaching him so effectually . 12. " I had him young , sir , " 20 A TALKING BIRD .
... shaving ; he would only be convinced to the contrary by more kissing . When he was quieted , I asked his owner how he had succeeded in teaching him so effectually . 12. " I had him young , sir , " 20 A TALKING BIRD .
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... asked by his father if he would venture . Silent for a moment , he seemed to fear ; but , suddenly looking up , said yes , and was borne aloft amid the cheers of the spectators . 5. Again at ten years of age , having , when angling ...
... asked by his father if he would venture . Silent for a moment , he seemed to fear ; but , suddenly looking up , said yes , and was borne aloft amid the cheers of the spectators . 5. Again at ten years of age , having , when angling ...
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... asked Sir Charles . " Because , " replied the juggler , " the right hand is hollow in the center , and there is a risk of cutting off the thumb ; the left is high , and the danger will be less . " Sir Charles was startled . " I got ...
... asked Sir Charles . " Because , " replied the juggler , " the right hand is hollow in the center , and there is a risk of cutting off the thumb ; the left is high , and the danger will be less . " Sir Charles was startled . " I got ...
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... asked the rea- son , he replied , " Because I wish to make it easy against the time when I come to sit on it myself . " And , singularly enough , the man actually lived to sit upon that very bench as a magistrate . 4. That which most ...
... asked the rea- son , he replied , " Because I wish to make it easy against the time when I come to sit on it myself . " And , singularly enough , the man actually lived to sit upon that very bench as a magistrate . 4. That which most ...
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