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Spotorno, however, regards the superscription rather in the light of an invocation,
and would read the last two lines of the mysterious characters vertically, with the
following interpretation: Salva-me XristuH Maria Yoeephua, the three letters ...
Spotorno, however, regards the superscription rather in the light of an invocation,
and would read the last two lines of the mysterious characters vertically, with the
following interpretation: Salva-me XristuH Maria Yoeephua, the three letters ...
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... and rustic arbors, its groves of ilex and orange and venerable pines; with its
revolving lights that reproduce themselves ... with its illuminated fountains, where
pale-faced lilies with hearts of dame shed an uncertain light upon
phosphorescent ...
... and rustic arbors, its groves of ilex and orange and venerable pines; with its
revolving lights that reproduce themselves ... with its illuminated fountains, where
pale-faced lilies with hearts of dame shed an uncertain light upon
phosphorescent ...
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He, for the moment, resting there, with heavy light upon him, and the dark jaws of
the mountain desert yawning wide behind him, and all the beautiful expanse of
liberal earth before him — even so he seemed to me, of all the things in sight, the
...
He, for the moment, resting there, with heavy light upon him, and the dark jaws of
the mountain desert yawning wide behind him, and all the beautiful expanse of
liberal earth before him — even so he seemed to me, of all the things in sight, the
...
Page 52
I took his hands, and made them lissome with a soft, light rubbing. I whispered
into his ear my name, that he might speak once more to me ; and when he could
not speak, I tried to say what he would say to me. At last, with a blow that stunned
...
I took his hands, and made them lissome with a soft, light rubbing. I whispered
into his ear my name, that he might speak once more to me ; and when he could
not speak, I tried to say what he would say to me. At last, with a blow that stunned
...
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said Mr. Gundry, accepting his pipe to consider that point. "Who ever would have
dreamed, fifty years agone, that your father's daughter would ever have come
with a pipe to light for my father's sont" " Uncle Sam," I replied, as he slowly
began ...
said Mr. Gundry, accepting his pipe to consider that point. "Who ever would have
dreamed, fifty years agone, that your father's daughter would ever have come
with a pipe to light for my father's sont" " Uncle Sam," I replied, as he slowly
began ...
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