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... - lilies ; and on the other side of the pond the pastures and corn- fields of Brier- wood Farm . Garden and orchard , homestead and farmyard , belong to Richard Redmayne , who has been bitten with 2 TO THE BITTER END .
... - lilies ; and on the other side of the pond the pastures and corn- fields of Brier- wood Farm . Garden and orchard , homestead and farmyard , belong to Richard Redmayne , who has been bitten with 2 TO THE BITTER END .
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... now ; and yet Richard Redmayne has had to look that bitter possibility steadily in the face . There are no trim flower - beds , circular and dia- VOL . I. B mond - shaped ; no marvels of ribbon bordering , СНАР 'DOWN IN A FLOWERY VALE'
... now ; and yet Richard Redmayne has had to look that bitter possibility steadily in the face . There are no trim flower - beds , circular and dia- VOL . I. B mond - shaped ; no marvels of ribbon bordering , СНАР 'DOWN IN A FLOWERY VALE'
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... - lilies ; and on the other side of the pond the pastures and corn - fields of Brier- wood Farm . Garden and orchard , homestead and farmyard , belong to Richard Redmayne , who has been bitten with 2 TO THE BITTER END .
... - lilies ; and on the other side of the pond the pastures and corn - fields of Brier- wood Farm . Garden and orchard , homestead and farmyard , belong to Richard Redmayne , who has been bitten with 2 TO THE BITTER END .
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... Redmayne and his wife Hannah , are left in charge of the farm . And of something infinitely more precious than Brierwood Farm . Dear as every acre of the old home is to the heart of the wanderer , he leaves . behind him something ten ...
... Redmayne and his wife Hannah , are left in charge of the farm . And of something infinitely more precious than Brierwood Farm . Dear as every acre of the old home is to the heart of the wanderer , he leaves . behind him something ten ...
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... Redmayne had been over - educated — so said Mrs. James , who would have liked to see her niece a proficient in the dairy , and great in the management of poultry . In sober truth , the girl's life was somewhat useless , and Mrs. James ...
... Redmayne had been over - educated — so said Mrs. James , who would have liked to see her niece a proficient in the dairy , and great in the management of poultry . In sober truth , the girl's life was somewhat useless , and Mrs. James ...
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