The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Tom 28Joseph Rogerson |
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... poor Lady of Tongue . The young chief was ruddier , and stronger , and heartier than ever . To be sure he had got a broad scar on his cheek , in the interval of their engagement , but his health was not one whit impaired ; such warriors ...
... poor Lady of Tongue . The young chief was ruddier , and stronger , and heartier than ever . To be sure he had got a broad scar on his cheek , in the interval of their engagement , but his health was not one whit impaired ; such warriors ...
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... poor bride regretted - so young to die ! " hear only the tones of love and hope , and I for- get all the deceit and the hollowness , and yearn for life , and dear ones to love me . " " And why should not you darling Ella ? " cried ...
... poor bride regretted - so young to die ! " hear only the tones of love and hope , and I for- get all the deceit and the hollowness , and yearn for life , and dear ones to love me . " " And why should not you darling Ella ? " cried ...
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... poor and plain ; my cousins deride me because I am sad and shy ; you only are kind . ” Now where were they ? Tenants of the cold grave. arises from a seat he occupied apart from the others , and leads her to a chair . The parents survey ...
... poor and plain ; my cousins deride me because I am sad and shy ; you only are kind . ” Now where were they ? Tenants of the cold grave. arises from a seat he occupied apart from the others , and leads her to a chair . The parents survey ...
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... poor woman drew near , with a baby look comfortable - blazing cheerfully on the in her arms . The poet was struck with her hearth , as the young Rector said , they wanted wretched appearance , and instinctively felt for no other light ...
... poor woman drew near , with a baby look comfortable - blazing cheerfully on the in her arms . The poet was struck with her hearth , as the young Rector said , they wanted wretched appearance , and instinctively felt for no other light ...
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... Poor Collins ! " murmured the Rector , starting at her light touch , and still dreaming of the poet- " Poor human nature ! " And then open- ing his eyes upon the loving countenance which bent over him , he added hastily- " I really beg ...
... Poor Collins ! " murmured the Rector , starting at her light touch , and still dreaming of the poet- " Poor human nature ! " And then open- ing his eyes upon the loving countenance which bent over him , he added hastily- " I really beg ...
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