Hood's Magazine and Comic Miscellany, Tom 3proprietor, 1845 |
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... Speak , idiot ! " cried Mr. Postle , seizing the boy by the shoulder and shaking him . " What is the meaning of this mummery ? " " O don't , pray don't beat me , " whined Jack . " I will say my catechism . " " Poor fellow ! " said my ...
... Speak , idiot ! " cried Mr. Postle , seizing the boy by the shoulder and shaking him . " What is the meaning of this mummery ? " " O don't , pray don't beat me , " whined Jack . " I will say my catechism . " " Poor fellow ! " said my ...
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... speak to them , " said my father ; and before Mr. Postle could remonstrate or interpose , he had thrown up the sash , and uttered the first three words of his address . But he was heard no further . His appearance was the signal for one ...
... speak to them , " said my father ; and before Mr. Postle could remonstrate or interpose , he had thrown up the sash , and uttered the first three words of his address . But he was heard no further . His appearance was the signal for one ...
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... speak to her before you enter . " He sprang to the door of the pavilion without perceiving that the old woman , who had followed him , was stealthily peeping in . A shriek from her brought the rest of the people . Etienne , his face as ...
... speak to her before you enter . " He sprang to the door of the pavilion without perceiving that the old woman , who had followed him , was stealthily peeping in . A shriek from her brought the rest of the people . Etienne , his face as ...
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... speak com- fort to your soul , if by confession and repentance of your sins you would seek that mercy from Heaven , which the justice of man dare not show you . " Their conference was long , and the troubled countenance of Father Gerard ...
... speak com- fort to your soul , if by confession and repentance of your sins you would seek that mercy from Heaven , which the justice of man dare not show you . " Their conference was long , and the troubled countenance of Father Gerard ...
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... speak out . At length , warmed by the subject - his favourite subject , and a second glass of sherry negus , he confidentially told his host the result of his day's sport - but not of the illegitimate manner in which he had bagged his ...
... speak out . At length , warmed by the subject - his favourite subject , and a second glass of sherry negus , he confidentially told his host the result of his day's sport - but not of the illegitimate manner in which he had bagged his ...
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Strona 234 - Praxed's ear to pray Horses for ye, and brown Greek manuscripts, And mistresses with great smooth marbly limbs ? — That's if ye carve my epitaph aright, Choice Latin, picked phrase, Tully's every word, No gaudy ware like Gandolf's second line — Tully, my masters? Ulpian serves his need!