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Strona 17
... Lord Lindor , who was leaning on a table by her side , with all the real insouciance , which she only pretended . Miss Burlington was working , and Mr. Harley was busily engaged in writing at a table at the remote end of the IN WOMAN . 17.
... Lord Lindor , who was leaning on a table by her side , with all the real insouciance , which she only pretended . Miss Burlington was working , and Mr. Harley was busily engaged in writing at a table at the remote end of the IN WOMAN . 17.
Strona 18
... Lord Lindor had not taken the trouble to re - adjust it . Miss Burlington drew out her needle with increased notability . Mr. Harley remained tranquil . Lord Lindor bowed to the intro- duction , and resumed his quiet insou- ciance ...
... Lord Lindor had not taken the trouble to re - adjust it . Miss Burlington drew out her needle with increased notability . Mr. Harley remained tranquil . Lord Lindor bowed to the intro- duction , and resumed his quiet insou- ciance ...
Strona 22
... Lord Lindor , that is a rémarkably picturesque attitude , — simple yet sublime . ' However , you may trust to me , it will not , upon my honour , take . " 6 66 " Lady Fanny ! " " You may rely on my judgment , my Lord ; it will never do ...
... Lord Lindor , that is a rémarkably picturesque attitude , — simple yet sublime . ' However , you may trust to me , it will not , upon my honour , take . " 6 66 " Lady Fanny ! " " You may rely on my judgment , my Lord ; it will never do ...
Strona 23
... Lord Lindor , after all I hear that Lockhart has not left England . " Certainly not , " replied Lord Lindor with animation . 66 My being here is a sufficient proof of it . They 1 who suppose that the sea , even the narrow Hellespont IN ...
... Lord Lindor , after all I hear that Lockhart has not left England . " Certainly not , " replied Lord Lindor with animation . 66 My being here is a sufficient proof of it . They 1 who suppose that the sea , even the narrow Hellespont IN ...
Strona 24
... Lord Lindor , half addressing Lady Fanny , half soliloquizing , " we do not cal- culate the distance by the common mode of computation . It may be a fancy , a feeling , I know not what , but friends , they who are worthy of the sacred ...
... Lord Lindor , half addressing Lady Fanny , half soliloquizing , " we do not cal- culate the distance by the common mode of computation . It may be a fancy , a feeling , I know not what , but friends , they who are worthy of the sacred ...
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