The Baronet's Family: A Novel1852 |
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... dear , " was the reply , and David lifted her gently on his knee . " I am afraid they will hear me , " said the the child , but a shout of laughter from the dining - room proved that her fear was un- called THE BARONET'S FAMILY . 17.
... dear , " was the reply , and David lifted her gently on his knee . " I am afraid they will hear me , " said the the child , but a shout of laughter from the dining - room proved that her fear was un- called THE BARONET'S FAMILY . 17.
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A Novel Anne Beale. dining - room proved that her fear was un- called for . She leaned her head against the harp , and encircled it with her arms . With a soft , clear touch , she ran her fingers across the instrument , producing a ...
A Novel Anne Beale. dining - room proved that her fear was un- called for . She leaned her head against the harp , and encircled it with her arms . With a soft , clear touch , she ran her fingers across the instrument , producing a ...
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... procession retraced the ground the too reckless Sir Howel had so lately traversed . All feared the worst , but they scarcely ventured to express their fears to one another . The sport that had been THE BARONET'S FAMILY . 35.
... procession retraced the ground the too reckless Sir Howel had so lately traversed . All feared the worst , but they scarcely ventured to express their fears to one another . The sport that had been THE BARONET'S FAMILY . 35.
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A Novel Anne Beale. fears to one another . The sport that had been entered upon with such avidity in the morning , was forgotten , and the uncon- scious hounds were left to riot over the fox they had killed , whilst the sportsmen ...
A Novel Anne Beale. fears to one another . The sport that had been entered upon with such avidity in the morning , was forgotten , and the uncon- scious hounds were left to riot over the fox they had killed , whilst the sportsmen ...
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... turned pale , and stammered forth a kind of acquiescence . " Lewis , " said Sir Howel , " I am very weak - you must do the best you can - I fear my carelessness in draining and mortgaging my estates , 42 THE BARONET'S FAMILY .
... turned pale , and stammered forth a kind of acquiescence . " Lewis , " said Sir Howel , " I am very weak - you must do the best you can - I fear my carelessness in draining and mortgaging my estates , 42 THE BARONET'S FAMILY .
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