The Gentleman's Magazine, 293. köideBradbury, Evans, 1902 |
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... face ; and instead of doing Leah's bidding he strode down the yard to the saddle - room , there to finish his toilet . The postman would be some few minutes yet in reaching the garden - end , and doubtless someone else would be there to ...
... face ; and instead of doing Leah's bidding he strode down the yard to the saddle - room , there to finish his toilet . The postman would be some few minutes yet in reaching the garden - end , and doubtless someone else would be there to ...
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... face as white as milk . Then the colour rushed back , and , with odd perturbation , she read again her letter . " That you may have all day to think of it , dear , I remind you in this fashion of our talk in the orchard on this very day ...
... face as white as milk . Then the colour rushed back , and , with odd perturbation , she read again her letter . " That you may have all day to think of it , dear , I remind you in this fashion of our talk in the orchard on this very day ...
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... face- " you're never going to grow up an ' leave us , are yer ? There be those — eh , Nora ? you'll never fly from th ' old nest ? Is that the sorrow in the " She stopped the rest in a way he well knew ; and her arms went round his neck ...
... face- " you're never going to grow up an ' leave us , are yer ? There be those — eh , Nora ? you'll never fly from th ' old nest ? Is that the sorrow in the " She stopped the rest in a way he well knew ; and her arms went round his neck ...
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... face . With a big sigh he leaned forward on his staff and gazed at the opposite bank , as he of the old poem did who saw the pictures on the " dead wall . " At last he rose , and , the letters falling at his feet , he stooped to pick ...
... face . With a big sigh he leaned forward on his staff and gazed at the opposite bank , as he of the old poem did who saw the pictures on the " dead wall . " At last he rose , and , the letters falling at his feet , he stooped to pick ...
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... face warm under the wide shade of her hat . " Alas , my dear , that you should never have known her ! She was the sweetest and gentlest of women . " The Rector looked down at her flushed surprise , the " alas ! " lingering in his kindly ...
... face warm under the wide shade of her hat . " Alas , my dear , that you should never have known her ! She was the sweetest and gentlest of women . " The Rector looked down at her flushed surprise , the " alas ! " lingering in his kindly ...
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