The Gentleman's Magazine, 293. köideBradbury, Evans, 1902 |
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... mind . You've frightened Master Dick away somewheres . But walk steady , or you'll have all your hair down . What hay - bands to be sure ! -here , let me pin it firmer . " And Leah did so , with a growing brightness of eye which perhaps ...
... mind . You've frightened Master Dick away somewheres . But walk steady , or you'll have all your hair down . What hay - bands to be sure ! -here , let me pin it firmer . " And Leah did so , with a growing brightness of eye which perhaps ...
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... mind ? Thanks . Good - bye . " He watched her as she passed up the path to the lych - gate . " It was time she knew ; but it won't spoil her - she rings true- and I'm glad enough Sir Justin hasn't interfered . Probably he has forgotten ...
... mind ? Thanks . Good - bye . " He watched her as she passed up the path to the lych - gate . " It was time she knew ; but it won't spoil her - she rings true- and I'm glad enough Sir Justin hasn't interfered . Probably he has forgotten ...
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tall well - knit figure were in the girl's mind now as something good to look in upon , good to think about . For love , long making ready for this revelation of itself , had given her its magic lenses , so that commonest , most ...
tall well - knit figure were in the girl's mind now as something good to look in upon , good to think about . For love , long making ready for this revelation of itself , had given her its magic lenses , so that commonest , most ...
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... mind and habit when Nature , after the exhausting strain of spring and early summer , seems to pause , as at labour ended , and , with drowsy breathings of large content , spread herself out under the sun- blaze to rest and ripen to ...
... mind and habit when Nature , after the exhausting strain of spring and early summer , seems to pause , as at labour ended , and , with drowsy breathings of large content , spread herself out under the sun- blaze to rest and ripen to ...
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... mind , hatching the Wilding in her ! An ' that after seventeen years o ' dumbness an ' neglect ! Why , but for that old letter o ' yourn as Sir Justin come across , when he were looking through his papers , thinking he were going to die ...
... mind , hatching the Wilding in her ! An ' that after seventeen years o ' dumbness an ' neglect ! Why , but for that old letter o ' yourn as Sir Justin come across , when he were looking through his papers , thinking he were going to die ...
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