St. George; Or, The Canadian League, Tom 2E.G. Fuller, 1852 |
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... this prison before . Per- haps you are a stranger ? " " No , " said Rodolphe ; " but I have just entered the pro- fession . I studied with Mr. Ellis - I suppose you know him- “ Oh , yes — well . He is engaged THE CANADIAN LEAGUE . 99.
... this prison before . Per- haps you are a stranger ? " " No , " said Rodolphe ; " but I have just entered the pro- fession . I studied with Mr. Ellis - I suppose you know him- “ Oh , yes — well . He is engaged THE CANADIAN LEAGUE . 99.
Strona 142
... strangers I cannot rely on , like those capricious French - no offence , Papineau , but you acquit me of all blame - and , without reference to whatever may turn up , you will never charge me with having deserted you ? " 66 No , no , no ...
... strangers I cannot rely on , like those capricious French - no offence , Papineau , but you acquit me of all blame - and , without reference to whatever may turn up , you will never charge me with having deserted you ? " 66 No , no , no ...
Strona 171
... stranger who was then gazing upon him with the most earnest scrutiny . It was this that aroused his curiosity . " Who the d - 1 can he be ? " thought William ; " I have not the slightest recollection of him . Surely he cannot know me ...
... stranger who was then gazing upon him with the most earnest scrutiny . It was this that aroused his curiosity . " Who the d - 1 can he be ? " thought William ; " I have not the slightest recollection of him . Surely he cannot know me ...
Strona 240
... stranger ! thou , So loved , so lost , where art thou now ? Fae - Gheber - infidel - whate'er The unhallow'd name thou ' rt doomed to bear , Still glorious - still to this warm heart , Dear as its blood , whate'er thou art- Yes - allah ...
... stranger ! thou , So loved , so lost , where art thou now ? Fae - Gheber - infidel - whate'er The unhallow'd name thou ' rt doomed to bear , Still glorious - still to this warm heart , Dear as its blood , whate'er thou art- Yes - allah ...
Strona 277
... stranger replied , in a low and husky voice , - “ A young woman , named Mary Hereford ! " Instantly St. George became as white as his shirt - collar , a sudden chill seized his heart , and for one brief moment , a flame seemed to swim ...
... stranger replied , in a low and husky voice , - “ A young woman , named Mary Hereford ! " Instantly St. George became as white as his shirt - collar , a sudden chill seized his heart , and for one brief moment , a flame seemed to swim ...
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