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... heard , and the Shepherd , running to the gabel - end of the house , exclaimed , " A Morris A Morris ! " and there , in good truth , was the worthy Doctor in his shandrydan , with his man John , both looking extremely well , and ...
... heard , and the Shepherd , running to the gabel - end of the house , exclaimed , " A Morris A Morris ! " and there , in good truth , was the worthy Doctor in his shandrydan , with his man John , both looking extremely well , and ...
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... heard the " Solemn hum , Voice of the desert never dumb , " and through its multitudinous murmur were distinctly audible the majestic base of the author of the above lines , and the pure tenor of Tickler - the first resembling a ...
... heard the " Solemn hum , Voice of the desert never dumb , " and through its multitudinous murmur were distinctly audible the majestic base of the author of the above lines , and the pure tenor of Tickler - the first resembling a ...
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... heard the noise of wings , and going to the mouth of the tent , saw a numerous pack of grouse sit down close to the little spring already mentioned . We are no poachers — but it must not be expected that a martyr to rheumatism is to be ...
... heard the noise of wings , and going to the mouth of the tent , saw a numerous pack of grouse sit down close to the little spring already mentioned . We are no poachers — but it must not be expected that a martyr to rheumatism is to be ...
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... heard something of Oxford ease and affluence , and indeed reckon more than one Oxonian among our contributors ; but without seeing it , we could not have credited the concentration of so much self - satisfaction in any one individual of ...
... heard something of Oxford ease and affluence , and indeed reckon more than one Oxonian among our contributors ; but without seeing it , we could not have credited the concentration of so much self - satisfaction in any one individual of ...
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... heard the like o ' sic an a name as that in a ' my born days , except it were the Bullers o ' Bu- chan . " * Then the Shepherd put his hands to his sides , and burst into a long loud triumphant guffaw . 66 Meanwhile , we had wholly ...
... heard the like o ' sic an a name as that in a ' my born days , except it were the Bullers o ' Bu- chan . " * Then the Shepherd put his hands to his sides , and burst into a long loud triumphant guffaw . 66 Meanwhile , we had wholly ...
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