Our valley, by the author of 'The children of Seeligsberg'.1877 |
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... Dear old King ! -it was the pet name I gave him in a fit of admiration for the Saxon hero - how often he would bring me his sums to do , and his copies to write , and always end by saying- " We'll live together all our lives , Laurie ...
... Dear old King ! -it was the pet name I gave him in a fit of admiration for the Saxon hero - how often he would bring me his sums to do , and his copies to write , and always end by saying- " We'll live together all our lives , Laurie ...
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... dear boy , and I will tell you about her . " For my eyes had turned to her with greedy , eager inquiry . To think I had found some one who could tell me about my mother ! How I listened while she told me that she had often talked to my ...
... dear boy , and I will tell you about her . " For my eyes had turned to her with greedy , eager inquiry . To think I had found some one who could tell me about my mother ! How I listened while she told me that she had often talked to my ...
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... dear lady , all that her kindness was to me , or how often and often the words she had spoken came back in after - life to be my help and strength . Perhaps she has seen it all from her rest up yonder , for I often think the veil that ...
... dear lady , all that her kindness was to me , or how often and often the words she had spoken came back in after - life to be my help and strength . Perhaps she has seen it all from her rest up yonder , for I often think the veil that ...
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... dear , I am sure you have not a temper ; I daresay Judith only told you not to be in a temper , for you know it is not a pretty thing for a little boy . " Upon this wilful perversion of his words , Harold , regardless of my frowns ...
... dear , I am sure you have not a temper ; I daresay Judith only told you not to be in a temper , for you know it is not a pretty thing for a little boy . " Upon this wilful perversion of his words , Harold , regardless of my frowns ...
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... dear Laurie , " said Fortune , but before she had finished her sentence , Taffy , un- accustomed to a double load , had given a sudden plunge , followed by a kick . I shall never forget the horror of that moment , or Fortune's wild ...
... dear Laurie , " said Fortune , but before she had finished her sentence , Taffy , un- accustomed to a double load , had given a sudden plunge , followed by a kick . I shall never forget the horror of that moment , or Fortune's wild ...
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