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... dear to its possessor , who is far away across the barren sea , trying to mend his fortunes in Australian gold - fields , and who looks back with many a secret sigh to that one green valley in Eng- land which he calls home . It has been ...
... dear to its possessor , who is far away across the barren sea , trying to mend his fortunes in Australian gold - fields , and who looks back with many a secret sigh to that one green valley in Eng- land which he calls home . It has been ...
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... Dear as every acre of the old home is to the heart of the wanderer , he leaves . behind him something ten thousand times dearer- his daughter Grace , an only child , a tall , slim , auburn - haired girl of nineteen . She was by no means ...
... Dear as every acre of the old home is to the heart of the wanderer , he leaves . behind him something ten thousand times dearer- his daughter Grace , an only child , a tall , slim , auburn - haired girl of nineteen . She was by no means ...
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... dear old place going to rack and ruin . ' ' The land's not going to rack and ruin , any- how , ' said the steward . ' No , of course not , you dear , 26 TO THE BITTER END .
... dear old place going to rack and ruin . ' ' The land's not going to rack and ruin , any- how , ' said the steward . ' No , of course not , you dear , 26 TO THE BITTER END .
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Mary Elizabeth Braddon. ' No , of course not , you dear , clever Mr. Wort . You take care of that , and I think you count every blade of grass and every ear of corn . But it's the house , I mean . The tapestry and the panelling , and the ...
Mary Elizabeth Braddon. ' No , of course not , you dear , clever Mr. Wort . You take care of that , and I think you count every blade of grass and every ear of corn . But it's the house , I mean . The tapestry and the panelling , and the ...
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... us . ' Let ' Not for worlds , my dear Mrs. Redmayne . the young lady play as much as she likes , and forget the obscure fact of my existence . I mean to be with you too long to admit of any such sacrifice 44 TO THE BITTER END .
... us . ' Let ' Not for worlds , my dear Mrs. Redmayne . the young lady play as much as she likes , and forget the obscure fact of my existence . I mean to be with you too long to admit of any such sacrifice 44 TO THE BITTER END .
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