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... GRACE DISCOVERS A LIKENESS VII . IF IT COULD ALWAYS BE TO - DAY ! ' VIII . 6 IX . AE FOND KISS , AND THEN WE SEVER ' 97 IIO · ' RECAL HER TEARS , TO THEE AT PARTING GIVEN ' 124 144 . 159 · I7I · x . MR . WALGRAVE IS SATISFIED WITH ...
... GRACE DISCOVERS A LIKENESS VII . IF IT COULD ALWAYS BE TO - DAY ! ' VIII . 6 IX . AE FOND KISS , AND THEN WE SEVER ' 97 IIO · ' RECAL HER TEARS , TO THEE AT PARTING GIVEN ' 124 144 . 159 · I7I · x . MR . WALGRAVE IS SATISFIED WITH ...
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... Grace , an only child , a tall , slim , auburn - haired girl of nineteen . She was by no means a striking beauty , this farmer's daughter , who had been educated beyond her station , the little world of Kingsbury in general , and Mrs ...
... Grace , an only child , a tall , slim , auburn - haired girl of nineteen . She was by no means a striking beauty , this farmer's daughter , who had been educated beyond her station , the little world of Kingsbury in general , and Mrs ...
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... grace that made her seem akin to them - a sweet , fair young face , framed in reddish - brown hair , with touches of red gold here and there among the waving tresses ; a face whose chiefest charm was its com- plexion , a milk - white ...
... grace that made her seem akin to them - a sweet , fair young face , framed in reddish - brown hair , with touches of red gold here and there among the waving tresses ; a face whose chiefest charm was its com- plexion , a milk - white ...
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... Grace , when her uncle talked of these improving prospects . ' If father had only stayed at home , ' echoed Mrs. James in her shrill voice , ' things never would have improved . He'd have always contrived to be in a muddle with his new ...
... Grace , when her uncle talked of these improving prospects . ' If father had only stayed at home , ' echoed Mrs. James in her shrill voice , ' things never would have improved . He'd have always contrived to be in a muddle with his new ...
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... Grace's fancy to set her tea - table sometimes on balmy midsummer afternoons or in sultry harvest- time . They all liked him , although to strangers he would scarcely have seemed a fascinating person . He was something over sixty years ...
... Grace's fancy to set her tea - table sometimes on balmy midsummer afternoons or in sultry harvest- time . They all liked him , although to strangers he would scarcely have seemed a fascinating person . He was something over sixty years ...
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Page 242 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 127 - Here, my dear friend," he suddenly exclaimed, as he pulled a couple of little parcels out of his pocket, "is a quarter of a pound of tea and half a pound of sugar, for, though it is not in my power at present to return you the two guineas, you nor any man else shall ever have it to say that I want gratitude.
Page 140 - As one dead in the bottom of a tomb : Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you : Dry sorrow drinks our blood. — Adieu ! Juliet farewell !— My life !— Jul.