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Page 26
... marry until she was five - and - thirty ; and then took up with a yellow- faced old chap , who had made all his money in the East Indies . They never had any children , and Mrs. Calvert's bound to leave everything to her ne- phew . She ...
... marry until she was five - and - thirty ; and then took up with a yellow- faced old chap , who had made all his money in the East Indies . They never had any children , and Mrs. Calvert's bound to leave everything to her ne- phew . She ...
Page 27
... ' He didn't marry till he'd spent all his money , and then fell in love with the vicar's daughter , Miss Agnes Wilder , a girl of eighteen . I daresay some people thought it was a fine match for her , TO THE BITTER END . 27.
... ' He didn't marry till he'd spent all his money , and then fell in love with the vicar's daughter , Miss Agnes Wilder , a girl of eighteen . I daresay some people thought it was a fine match for her , TO THE BITTER END . 27.
Page 66
... marry some great hulking farmer , no doubt ; one of those raw - bred lads who carried my portmanteau upstairs , most likely ; marry him , and be happy ever after , not dreaming of having missed a brighter life . ' They walked on by the ...
... marry some great hulking farmer , no doubt ; one of those raw - bred lads who carried my portmanteau upstairs , most likely ; marry him , and be happy ever after , not dreaming of having missed a brighter life . ' They walked on by the ...
Page 90
... marry one . ' ' I shall never marry a farmer , ' said Grace , still with a touch of anger in look and tone ; ' I don't suppose I shall ever marry at all . I would much rather- ' She stopped abruptly with her sentence un- finished , and ...
... marry one . ' ' I shall never marry a farmer , ' said Grace , still with a touch of anger in look and tone ; ' I don't suppose I shall ever marry at all . I would much rather- ' She stopped abruptly with her sentence un- finished , and ...
Page 106
... marry another woman . I tell you both facts in a breath . All my future depends on the marriage ; and I am not unworldly enough to say , Let my future go . ' Grace disengaged herself gently from his encir- cling arms , her whole face ...
... marry another woman . I tell you both facts in a breath . All my future depends on the marriage ; and I am not unworldly enough to say , Let my future go . ' Grace disengaged herself gently from his encir- cling arms , her whole face ...
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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.
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