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... girl ; my poor little motherless Mary . " Edward Arundel looked grave , and perhaps a little ashamed of him- self . He had forgotten until this moment that his old tutor had been left a widower at four - and - twenty , with a little ...
... girl ; my poor little motherless Mary . " Edward Arundel looked grave , and perhaps a little ashamed of him- self . He had forgotten until this moment that his old tutor had been left a widower at four - and - twenty , with a little ...
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... girl ? " If I were to die , I think Arundel's mother would be kind to her , " John Marchmont thought , as he finished his careful toilet . " Heaven knows , I have no right to ask or expect such a thing ; but she will be rich by and by ...
... girl ? " If I were to die , I think Arundel's mother would be kind to her , " John Marchmont thought , as he finished his careful toilet . " Heaven knows , I have no right to ask or expect such a thing ; but she will be rich by and by ...
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... girl . She had never been a child . That divine period of perfect innocence , -inno- cence of all sorrow and trouble , falsehood and wrong , -that bright holiday- time of the soul , had never been hers . The ruthless hand of poverty had ...
... girl . She had never been a child . That divine period of perfect innocence , -inno- cence of all sorrow and trouble , falsehood and wrong , -that bright holiday- time of the soul , had never been hers . The ruthless hand of poverty had ...
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... girl narrowly escaped being run over while walking the material streets in some ecstatic reverie such as this ; but Providence was very careful of the motherless girl , and she always returned to Oakley Street with her pitiful little ...
... girl narrowly escaped being run over while walking the material streets in some ecstatic reverie such as this ; but Providence was very careful of the motherless girl , and she always returned to Oakley Street with her pitiful little ...
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... naively . But the little girl was more than delighted when Edward Arundel dashed up the narrow staircase , and burst into the room , fresh , radiant , noisy , splendid , better dressed even than the waxen JOHN MARCHMONT'S LEGACY . 19.
... naively . But the little girl was more than delighted when Edward Arundel dashed up the narrow staircase , and burst into the room , fresh , radiant , noisy , splendid , better dressed even than the waxen JOHN MARCHMONT'S LEGACY . 19.
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