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... afternoons . And at the end of the orchard there is a pond , where a brood of ducks plash in and out among the water - lilies ; and on the other side of the pond the pastures and corn- fields of Brier- wood Farm . Garden and orchard ...
... afternoons . And at the end of the orchard there is a pond , where a brood of ducks plash in and out among the water - lilies ; and on the other side of the pond the pastures and corn- fields of Brier- wood Farm . Garden and orchard ...
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... afternoons . And at the end of the orchard there is a pond , where a brood of ducks plash in and out among the water - lilies ; and on the other side of the pond the pastures and corn - fields of Brier- wood Farm . Garden and orchard ...
... afternoons . And at the end of the orchard there is a pond , where a brood of ducks plash in and out among the water - lilies ; and on the other side of the pond the pastures and corn - fields of Brier- wood Farm . Garden and orchard ...
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... noisy camp life , and fancied himself sitting under the great cedar where he had smoked many a pipe and drank many a cup of tea , served by his daugh- ter's hand , in the warm summer afternoons of old TO THE BITTER END . 15.
... noisy camp life , and fancied himself sitting under the great cedar where he had smoked many a pipe and drank many a cup of tea , served by his daugh- ter's hand , in the warm summer afternoons of old TO THE BITTER END . 15.
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Mary Elizabeth Braddon. ter's hand , in the warm summer afternoons of old . Haymaking was at hand , and Mrs. James up to her eyes in the weary task of preparing huge meat pies and gooseberry turnovers for the haymakers , who would devour ...
Mary Elizabeth Braddon. ter's hand , in the warm summer afternoons of old . Haymaking was at hand , and Mrs. James up to her eyes in the weary task of preparing huge meat pies and gooseberry turnovers for the haymakers , who would devour ...
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... 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 of age ; a tall man with an honest rugged face tanned and red ...
... 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 of age ; a tall man with an honest rugged face tanned and red ...
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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.