The mystery developedA.K. Newman and Company, 1825 - 790 pages |
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... sure he loves you ? " " Sure ! there is nothing more cer- tain ; he told me so a hundred and a hundred times . " The devil he did ! " " Oh рара , that is a very wicked word ! Mr. Stanhope was going to flog Frederick the other day for ...
... sure he loves you ? " " Sure ! there is nothing more cer- tain ; he told me so a hundred and a hundred times . " The devil he did ! " " Oh рара , that is a very wicked word ! Mr. Stanhope was going to flog Frederick the other day for ...
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... sure , but children ; Fre- derick is - let me see , eleven years last June , and Clementina nearly ten - chil- dren , indeed ; but they must be sepa- rated . The subject has pressed itself upon upon me for some time past , but parti ...
... sure , but children ; Fre- derick is - let me see , eleven years last June , and Clementina nearly ten - chil- dren , indeed ; but they must be sepa- rated . The subject has pressed itself upon upon me for some time past , but parti ...
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... sure it must be bleeding , " cried Clementina . " But what did Frederick say ? " re- peated Mrs. Elizabeth , in an impassion- ed tone . “ Oh , my toe , my toe ! " exclaimed Clementina , who espied Frederick peep- ing C 2 ing from behind ...
... sure it must be bleeding , " cried Clementina . " But what did Frederick say ? " re- peated Mrs. Elizabeth , in an impassion- ed tone . “ Oh , my toe , my toe ! " exclaimed Clementina , who espied Frederick peep- ing C 2 ing from behind ...
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... treat him as such , and Elizabeth shall be a mother to him . Ha ! Elizabeth a mother to him ! ' fore gad , she may be really so , for aught that I know . I am sure sure he is not my son - it is impossible MYSTERY DEVELOPED . 39.
... treat him as such , and Elizabeth shall be a mother to him . Ha ! Elizabeth a mother to him ! ' fore gad , she may be really so , for aught that I know . I am sure sure he is not my son - it is impossible MYSTERY DEVELOPED . 39.
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Martin M'Dermot. sure he is not my son - it is impossible ; time and circumstances ' are entirely against it . But I run wild in conjec- ture , for he cannot be Elizabeth's either ; she would never bring such disgrace upon her family ...
Martin M'Dermot. sure he is not my son - it is impossible ; time and circumstances ' are entirely against it . But I run wild in conjec- ture , for he cannot be Elizabeth's either ; she would never bring such disgrace upon her family ...
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