Temple Bar, 108. köideGeorge Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1896 |
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... effect . May alone did not like it . It seemed to her that she was going out into new and more elaborate places , which might prove perplexingly different VOL . CVIII . B from the green fields and country lanes she knew so LIRE 07 KRO R.
... effect . May alone did not like it . It seemed to her that she was going out into new and more elaborate places , which might prove perplexingly different VOL . CVIII . B from the green fields and country lanes she knew so LIRE 07 KRO R.
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... seemed to be well up in current topics of interest , and he was no teetotaler . In fact , he made some rather knowing remarks on the subject of cellars , and the depreciated nature of corks nowadays . And May really was an admirable ...
... seemed to be well up in current topics of interest , and he was no teetotaler . In fact , he made some rather knowing remarks on the subject of cellars , and the depreciated nature of corks nowadays . And May really was an admirable ...
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... seemed to Tom slightly appropriate that his words should be , as it were , visible . They seemed a concrete embodiment of practical advice . " I think she is very fond of you , " he said . " What am I to do ? ” demanded Tom . " Do ...
... seemed to Tom slightly appropriate that his words should be , as it were , visible . They seemed a concrete embodiment of practical advice . " I think she is very fond of you , " he said . " What am I to do ? ” demanded Tom . " Do ...
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... seemed to me very true ! " I am " But how is it possible in this instance ? " said Tom , striking the marble pavement with his stick . " If one of the two is good , the other is bad . They are utterly opposed . " Maud turned round on ...
... seemed to me very true ! " I am " But how is it possible in this instance ? " said Tom , striking the marble pavement with his stick . " If one of the two is good , the other is bad . They are utterly opposed . " Maud turned round on ...
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... seemed harmonious . Tom and Manvers met later in the day , and Tom retailed his decision of the morning . " We were both utterly wrong , " he said . " It makes me grow hot all over to think of what we said last night . I acted just as a ...
... seemed harmonious . Tom and Manvers met later in the day , and Tom retailed his decision of the morning . " We were both utterly wrong , " he said . " It makes me grow hot all over to think of what we said last night . I acted just as a ...
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Page 200 - ... his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
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Page 35 - It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so : That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not falL 'PERCHE PENSA?