Our valley, by the author of 'The children of Seeligsberg'.1877 |
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... a splendid old gentle- man , dignified and courteous , but kindliness itself , riding up the valley on his white pony , and stopping before some farmhouse or at some cottage door . My father , James Isham , was one of the 6 OUR VALLEY .
... a splendid old gentle- man , dignified and courteous , but kindliness itself , riding up the valley on his white pony , and stopping before some farmhouse or at some cottage door . My father , James Isham , was one of the 6 OUR VALLEY .
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... my asto- nishment . " I know you live at Fairlie . I remember , " she continued with a little sigh , " riding by Fairlie once , but it was long ago — a great many years . You B 2 ! were quite a little baby then , and I OUR VALLEY . 19.
... my asto- nishment . " I know you live at Fairlie . I remember , " she continued with a little sigh , " riding by Fairlie once , but it was long ago — a great many years . You B 2 ! were quite a little baby then , and I OUR VALLEY . 19.
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... ride , and Harold and I had an old pony , which , in consideration for my lame leg , I chiefly monopolised , and we always rode backwards and forwards together . Very pleasant we found these rides were in the fine weather and long days ...
... ride , and Harold and I had an old pony , which , in consideration for my lame leg , I chiefly monopolised , and we always rode backwards and forwards together . Very pleasant we found these rides were in the fine weather and long days ...
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... riding and love of sport ; but when the stag - hunting season was over , he turned restless and impatient of home . Then , for the first time , father and he had disagreements about the farming and the men , and Harold , who was ...
... riding and love of sport ; but when the stag - hunting season was over , he turned restless and impatient of home . Then , for the first time , father and he had disagreements about the farming and the men , and Harold , who was ...
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... ride his nags , and it's a fine chance for me . " " Leave the valley for good and all ! " I repeated , with a heavy feeling at my heart . " O Harold , do you really mean it ? " He looked disappointed . " Why , Laurie , it's just the ...
... ride his nags , and it's a fine chance for me . " " Leave the valley for good and all ! " I repeated , with a heavy feeling at my heart . " O Harold , do you really mean it ? " He looked disappointed . " Why , Laurie , it's just the ...
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