The Linwoods: Or, "Sixty Years Since" in America, Tom 3E. Churton, 1835 |
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Strona 146 - the memorial of innocence, and purity, and much-abused trust." " Oh, I did not mean that — I did not mean that, Isabella. Surely I have not accused him ; I told you he never said he loved me. I am not angry with him — you must not be. You cannot be long, if you love him ; and surely you do love him." < " Indeed, indeed I do not." " Isabella Linwood ! you have loved him.
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