The Hibernian Magazine. ..., Wydania 1-6John F. Fowler, 3 Crow Street., 1864 |
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... head , as she dropped her eyes , evidently greatly embarrassed by the question . After a moment's pause she raised her eyes with a frightened look , and said , while the glow deepened upon her cheek : " I don't like to be by myself ...
... head , as she dropped her eyes , evidently greatly embarrassed by the question . After a moment's pause she raised her eyes with a frightened look , and said , while the glow deepened upon her cheek : " I don't like to be by myself ...
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... head to foot , while a look of indescribable merriment lighted up her whole face- " Oh , sir , don't compare the blessed little baste to the ugly ould haythen ” . The flash of her white teeth , and the fun that danced in her dark ...
... head to foot , while a look of indescribable merriment lighted up her whole face- " Oh , sir , don't compare the blessed little baste to the ugly ould haythen ” . The flash of her white teeth , and the fun that danced in her dark ...
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... head fall helplessly to one side , and on hurrying with a cry to her assistance , she saw that the hand of death was upon her . The poor young woman clasped her hands together in an agony of grief and terror . " Thank God " , she ...
... head fall helplessly to one side , and on hurrying with a cry to her assistance , she saw that the hand of death was upon her . The poor young woman clasped her hands together in an agony of grief and terror . " Thank God " , she ...
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... head against his heart , he said , " Would I doubt you , Sally ? " That was all Connor Shea said . Would that we could linger over the happy years they spent under the thatched roof of the little white house at the foot of the mountain ...
... head against his heart , he said , " Would I doubt you , Sally ? " That was all Connor Shea said . Would that we could linger over the happy years they spent under the thatched roof of the little white house at the foot of the mountain ...
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... head against the soft lining of the carriage . Brian set about putting the donkey's cart to rights with his own hands . But as he did so he breathed hard and mentally exclaimed , " Good heavens ! how a woman's nature can be 12 [ July ...
... head against the soft lining of the carriage . Brian set about putting the donkey's cart to rights with his own hands . But as he did so he breathed hard and mentally exclaimed , " Good heavens ! how a woman's nature can be 12 [ July ...
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