To the bitter end, by the author of 'Lady Audley's secret'. |
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... comfortable lodgings in the outskirts of Paris with his mother and sister , while a hard - headed steward administered the estate , and did his best to reduce the mortgages by means of the incoming rents . So long as Sir Lucas lived ...
... comfortable lodgings in the outskirts of Paris with his mother and sister , while a hard - headed steward administered the estate , and did his best to reduce the mortgages by means of the incoming rents . So long as Sir Lucas lived ...
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... neat little red - brick house of his own , square and ugly , but comfortable withal , on the village green - Kingsbury village — a mile and a half from Brierwood , and was always glad to drop in at the farm , for 20 TO THE BITTER END .
... neat little red - brick house of his own , square and ugly , but comfortable withal , on the village green - Kingsbury village — a mile and a half from Brierwood , and was always glad to drop in at the farm , for 20 TO THE BITTER END .
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... comfortable supper , or a cup of tea un- der the spreading cedar branches , where it pleased . Grace's fancy to set her tea - table sometimes on balmy midsummer afternoons or in sultry harvest- time . They all liked him , although to ...
... comfortable supper , or a cup of tea un- der the spreading cedar branches , where it pleased . Grace's fancy to set her tea - table sometimes on balmy midsummer afternoons or in sultry harvest- time . They all liked him , although to ...
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... neat little red - brick house of his own , square and ugly , but comfortable withal , on the village green - Kingsbury village - a mile and a half from Brierwood , and was always glad to drop in at the farm , for 20 TO THE BITTER END .
... neat little red - brick house of his own , square and ugly , but comfortable withal , on the village green - Kingsbury village - a mile and a half from Brierwood , and was always glad to drop in at the farm , for 20 TO THE BITTER END .
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... comfortable supper , or a cup of tea un- der the spreading cedar branches , where it pleased Grace's fancy to set her tea - table sometimes on balmy midsummer afternoons or in sultry harvest- time . They all liked him , although to ...
... comfortable supper , or a cup of tea un- der the spreading cedar branches , where it pleased Grace's fancy to set her tea - table sometimes on balmy midsummer afternoons or in sultry harvest- time . They all liked him , although to ...
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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.