Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 118. köideWilliam Blackwood, 1875 |
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... turns of speech which would alone have been worthy of utterance in the presence of the beautiful host- ess , come ... turn to the drawing - room , she pressed him to sing , going to the piano and beginning the accom- paniment of one ...
... turns of speech which would alone have been worthy of utterance in the presence of the beautiful host- ess , come ... turn to the drawing - room , she pressed him to sing , going to the piano and beginning the accom- paniment of one ...
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... turn has not come . Besides , there is Captain Braddon come back to regimental duty , a splendid officer , who ought by rights to be served first . Not that rights have much to do with it , " he added , bitterly ; " a little interest is ...
... turn has not come . Besides , there is Captain Braddon come back to regimental duty , a splendid officer , who ought by rights to be served first . Not that rights have much to do with it , " he added , bitterly ; " a little interest is ...
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... turn and striving to tend him with care , yet did not evince the familiarity of a child with a parent . The young lady acted as guide and interpreter , while her companion , whose life had been spent in camps or the dull routine of an ...
... turn and striving to tend him with care , yet did not evince the familiarity of a child with a parent . The young lady acted as guide and interpreter , while her companion , whose life had been spent in camps or the dull routine of an ...
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... turn- ing to her maid who was alighting from the carriage behind , added , " Justine , this is my papa , who has come all this way to meet us , " - Cun- ningham felt that the scene of which he had been in dread had been escap- ed . And ...
... turn- ing to her maid who was alighting from the carriage behind , added , " Justine , this is my papa , who has come all this way to meet us , " - Cun- ningham felt that the scene of which he had been in dread had been escap- ed . And ...
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... turn- ed all to pity . " She has grace and beauty enough to furnish twenty women , " said the colonel to himself , as he stepped into his carriage , " and withal is as guileless and simple as a child . " " I have seen Kirke to - day ...
... turn- ed all to pity . " She has grace and beauty enough to furnish twenty women , " said the colonel to himself , as he stepped into his carriage , " and withal is as guileless and simple as a child . " " I have seen Kirke to - day ...
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