Eva; or, The bridal spectre [by mrs. W. Johnson].G. Virtue, 1830 - 309 |
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... Saint Peter , I wish it would come down ; for then we should be obliged to stop at John Brown's . " But , Lady Deloraine passed the little alehouse kept by John Brown , to the great discomfiture of Barnedo ; -when passing the skirts of ...
... Saint Peter , I wish it would come down ; for then we should be obliged to stop at John Brown's . " But , Lady Deloraine passed the little alehouse kept by John Brown , to the great discomfiture of Barnedo ; -when passing the skirts of ...
Strona 156
... Saint Peter , " he said , you are the finest bird I have caught among the bushes this many a day . ” Lady Deloraine took the rings from her fingers , and her purse from her pocket , and gave them to the man who held her , saying , " I ...
... Saint Peter , " he said , you are the finest bird I have caught among the bushes this many a day . ” Lady Deloraine took the rings from her fingers , and her purse from her pocket , and gave them to the man who held her , saying , " I ...
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... Saint Peter , no wonder ; I used to be afraid , but now the grave and charnel - house to me are BRIDAL SPECTRE . 197.
... Saint Peter , no wonder ; I used to be afraid , but now the grave and charnel - house to me are BRIDAL SPECTRE . 197.
Strona 242
... Saint Peter , " he continued , " I was never in such a sweat in my life ; not that I feared the spectre , but , - " Name the horrid subject no more ! " cried Sir Ed- mund , - " 1 charge thee , name it no more ! " " I will not ...
... Saint Peter , " he continued , " I was never in such a sweat in my life ; not that I feared the spectre , but , - " Name the horrid subject no more ! " cried Sir Ed- mund , - " 1 charge thee , name it no more ! " " I will not ...
Strona 263
... Saint Peter , that fortunately stood near her . Not knowing which way to proceed in order to leave the monastery , without the recognition of the monks , ( whom she now feared were not more EVA ; OR , THE BRIDAL SPECTRE . 263.
... Saint Peter , that fortunately stood near her . Not knowing which way to proceed in order to leave the monastery , without the recognition of the monks , ( whom she now feared were not more EVA ; OR , THE BRIDAL SPECTRE . 263.
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