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... church , and went off to Paris for their honeymoon , and never came back again . Sir Lucas couldn't show his face in England . ' ' Poor lady , she has had a hard time of it ! ' said Grace , sentimentally disposed towards every member of ...
... church , and went off to Paris for their honeymoon , and never came back again . Sir Lucas couldn't show his face in England . ' ' Poor lady , she has had a hard time of it ! ' said Grace , sentimentally disposed towards every member of ...
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... church , chiming a hymn tune , that sounded sweet and clear across the inter- vening meadows , and came in at Hubert Walgrave's open window , blending itself with a dream in which he fancied himself away from Brierwood , amidst the ...
... church , chiming a hymn tune , that sounded sweet and clear across the inter- vening meadows , and came in at Hubert Walgrave's open window , blending itself with a dream in which he fancied himself away from Brierwood , amidst the ...
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... church bells had rung their last peal before he had finished his leisurely breakfast , or got half through his papers ; and the farmhouse was as quiet as some dim empty village church which a tourist enters with reverent footstep on a ...
... church bells had rung their last peal before he had finished his leisurely breakfast , or got half through his papers ; and the farmhouse was as quiet as some dim empty village church which a tourist enters with reverent footstep on a ...
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... church . The papers were finished at last . Mr. Walgrave laughed once or twice over the broad columns of the Saturday - that half - cynical laugh which is called a snigger - pished and pshawed a little now and then , and finally tossed ...
... church . The papers were finished at last . Mr. Walgrave laughed once or twice over the broad columns of the Saturday - that half - cynical laugh which is called a snigger - pished and pshawed a little now and then , and finally tossed ...
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... church was over . He smelt roast meat , and saw a family party sitting at dinner in the parlour opposite his own . He caught just a glimpse of a youthful head , with reddish - brown hair , but did not see the face belonging to it ...
... church was over . He smelt roast meat , and saw a family party sitting at dinner in the parlour opposite his own . He caught just a glimpse of a youthful head , with reddish - brown hair , but did not see the face belonging to it ...
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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.