The Gentleman's Magazine, 293. köideBradbury, Evans, 1902 |
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... young leddy . Beats caterpillar an ' butterfly , s'help me if it " " How dare you compare me to a caterpillar ! Give me the letters at once , and be off ! " And , as maidens do , she stamped her foot . The man , who was neither young ...
... young leddy . Beats caterpillar an ' butterfly , s'help me if it " " How dare you compare me to a caterpillar ! Give me the letters at once , and be off ! " And , as maidens do , she stamped her foot . The man , who was neither young ...
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... young bosom out like a pigeon ; and the black - browed Leah had to laugh in her turn . " Yes , let him see you - why not ? It'll do his old eyes good . You'll find him down by the Mill , or in Coney Bottom . An ' you can take these on ...
... young bosom out like a pigeon ; and the black - browed Leah had to laugh in her turn . " Yes , let him see you - why not ? It'll do his old eyes good . You'll find him down by the Mill , or in Coney Bottom . An ' you can take these on ...
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... young face had been so uniformly bright , as of one listening ever to pleasant inner music , that , as she entered the churchyard after calling at the Rectory , the old in- cumbent , just making for home after the morning prayers ...
... young face had been so uniformly bright , as of one listening ever to pleasant inner music , that , as she entered the churchyard after calling at the Rectory , the old in- cumbent , just making for home after the morning prayers ...
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... young , taper - legged mare which the Rector has just bespoken , and Nora Wilding , her white straight - up form almost gleaming against the deep blue of the beyond . She waved a hand to someone below , loosened rein , gave a sharp hark ...
... young , taper - legged mare which the Rector has just bespoken , and Nora Wilding , her white straight - up form almost gleaming against the deep blue of the beyond . She waved a hand to someone below , loosened rein , gave a sharp hark ...
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... young ; but the former , he was sure , had , in the act of turning her horse - how long they had stood there he knew not - kissed her hand and then waved it , as if in last farewell to Charlton Dene , which the Rector had thought was ...
... young ; but the former , he was sure , had , in the act of turning her horse - how long they had stood there he knew not - kissed her hand and then waved it , as if in last farewell to Charlton Dene , which the Rector had thought was ...
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