The Gentleman's Magazine, 293. köideBradbury, Evans, 1902 |
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... letters , and I'll be stamping the pats . " But at the sound of the mercurial whistle Dick had started as if it had blown in his ear . There was a subtle changing in his tanned face ; and instead of doing Leah's bidding he strode down ...
... letters , and I'll be stamping the pats . " But at the sound of the mercurial whistle Dick had started as if it had blown in his ear . There was a subtle changing in his tanned face ; and instead of doing Leah's bidding he strode down ...
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... 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 of last year , when , half in jest and half in earnest , we plighted our troth , our joined hands ...
... 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 of last year , when , half in jest and half in earnest , we plighted our troth , our joined hands ...
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... letters . And now I must go on my errand . " " Tenth o ' May - your birthday , Nora ; an ' I never give it a thart ! But so it is , for Dick's to see the Squire this very morning , an ' date were fixed for tenth . How old now , Nora ...
... letters . And now I must go on my errand . " " Tenth o ' May - your birthday , Nora ; an ' I never give it a thart ! But so it is , for Dick's to see the Squire this very morning , an ' date were fixed for tenth . How old now , Nora ...
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... Letters ? I must read them presently ; nart of much account , I rackon . Well , dear , I wish yer all that wishes may . Time goes apace , an ' my love for yer seems to grow with it . The Lord bless my Nora ! " He turned and kissed the ...
... Letters ? I must read them presently ; nart of much account , I rackon . Well , dear , I wish yer all that wishes may . Time goes apace , an ' my love for yer seems to grow with it . The Lord bless my Nora ! " He turned and kissed the ...
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... letter ; tearing a piece from it , he wrote with his pencil some three or four words ; next , he emptied his tobacco - box , and , placing his message within it , snapped the lid . Rough barked again , for well he under- stood this odd ...
... letter ; tearing a piece from it , he wrote with his pencil some three or four words ; next , he emptied his tobacco - box , and , placing his message within it , snapped the lid . Rough barked again , for well he under- stood this odd ...
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