Hood's Magazine and Comic Miscellany, Tom 3proprietor, 1845 |
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... cause of anxiety for my father ; if any mischance happened to the idiot , the blame in the present temper of the parish was certain to be visited on the master , who had taken the half- witted boy from the care of the old dame , and ...
... cause of anxiety for my father ; if any mischance happened to the idiot , the blame in the present temper of the parish was certain to be visited on the master , who had taken the half- witted boy from the care of the old dame , and ...
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... cause of the cries . It was already dusk , and nothing could be seen ; but the screams continued , and once the cry of " murder " was heard . Old and young now hastened to the spot . As they entered the house they met Etienne coming ...
... cause of the cries . It was already dusk , and nothing could be seen ; but the screams continued , and once the cry of " murder " was heard . Old and young now hastened to the spot . As they entered the house they met Etienne coming ...
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... caused it to swerve , and the bullet , instead of blowing out his brains as he had intended it to do , had merely furrowed his cheek and eyebrow , inflicting a wound slight in its nature , but that bled profusely . He was stunned , and ...
... caused it to swerve , and the bullet , instead of blowing out his brains as he had intended it to do , had merely furrowed his cheek and eyebrow , inflicting a wound slight in its nature , but that bled profusely . He was stunned , and ...
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... cause of his joy in which Ponto evidently participated . - " Killed them flying , of course ? " said the farmer . " I'll trouble you not to insult me , " said Damon , as he bagged his birds and marched off with indignant looks . How he ...
... cause of his joy in which Ponto evidently participated . - " Killed them flying , of course ? " said the farmer . " I'll trouble you not to insult me , " said Damon , as he bagged his birds and marched off with indignant looks . How he ...
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... cause , when the sad and solemn sounds of music arose faintly in the distance ; and as they swelled on the breeze , the hundredth psalm fell full upon his ear . One who had passed many years of his life amid these retreats of the ...
... cause , when the sad and solemn sounds of music arose faintly in the distance ; and as they swelled on the breeze , the hundredth psalm fell full upon his ear . One who had passed many years of his life amid these retreats of the ...
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