Mignonette, a sketch, by the author of The curate of Holy Cross. [signing himself E.R.S.].J.H. & J. Parker, 1858 |
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... laughed , and parted the brown hair from her niece's forehead , as the latter had placed herself lovingly near her during the last speech . No one was prouder of her child than Mamma , and no one would have missed her good spirits more ...
... laughed , and parted the brown hair from her niece's forehead , as the latter had placed herself lovingly near her during the last speech . No one was prouder of her child than Mamma , and no one would have missed her good spirits more ...
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... laughs she almost closes her eyes , which sparkle be- tween their lashes in a manner most tellingly French . But , again , her voice and mouth denote her island parentage . In figure she is tall , strong , and large- boned , giving ...
... laughs she almost closes her eyes , which sparkle be- tween their lashes in a manner most tellingly French . But , again , her voice and mouth denote her island parentage . In figure she is tall , strong , and large- boned , giving ...
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... laugh than was her custom . At the same moment , too , the long hoped - for Doctor hove in sight , driving doggedly through the rain , which pelted down with such de- termination that Cecile was clear it could not last . 66 Now , Cecile ...
... laugh than was her custom . At the same moment , too , the long hoped - for Doctor hove in sight , driving doggedly through the rain , which pelted down with such de- termination that Cecile was clear it could not last . 66 Now , Cecile ...
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... laugh , and her eyes to twinkle , as she said , " But Mamma says you will want to talk to Frederica alone . " " Nonsense ! what should I want to talk to her about , eh ? Your mother is jealous , and wants to talk to me alone herself ...
... laugh , and her eyes to twinkle , as she said , " But Mamma says you will want to talk to Frederica alone . " " Nonsense ! what should I want to talk to her about , eh ? Your mother is jealous , and wants to talk to me alone herself ...
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... than respect or they would laugh and discard the story in question as worthless . But even in such a rhinoceros - hided community as this , there were little spots where the arrow would hold fast ; -it was LAMFORD CLERICAL . 35.
... than respect or they would laugh and discard the story in question as worthless . But even in such a rhinoceros - hided community as this , there were little spots where the arrow would hold fast ; -it was LAMFORD CLERICAL . 35.
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