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... perfect . In turn- ing his back upon Brierwood , and going away to seek a fortune , he had made a sacrifice worthy the heroes of Roman history , she thought , with a very distinct memory of Marcus Curtius , who stood out from the dim ...
... perfect . In turn- ing his back upon Brierwood , and going away to seek a fortune , he had made a sacrifice worthy the heroes of Roman history , she thought , with a very distinct memory of Marcus Curtius , who stood out from the dim ...
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... perfect order , and allowed the rest of the gardens to become a howling wilderness . The dairy produce was sold , and the profits arising from the home - farm alone , carefully administered , amounted to a yearly income which Lady ...
... perfect order , and allowed the rest of the gardens to become a howling wilderness . The dairy produce was sold , and the profits arising from the home - farm alone , carefully administered , amounted to a yearly income which Lady ...
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... perfect in its way , ' he said to himself . Old Wort did not exaggerate the beauty of the place . Every angle of that old house has its peculiar charm ; every rood of this garden a grace that makes it delightful . And yet it's hard to ...
... perfect in its way , ' he said to himself . Old Wort did not exaggerate the beauty of the place . Every angle of that old house has its peculiar charm ; every rood of this garden a grace that makes it delightful . And yet it's hard to ...
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... perfect bliss to that man to sleep in the sun with the odour of pigs in his nostrils . ' When he had made his circuit of the garden , dawdled ever so long under the cedar , and sniffed at the roses , he went back to the house . Morning ...
... perfect bliss to that man to sleep in the sun with the odour of pigs in his nostrils . ' When he had made his circuit of the garden , dawdled ever so long under the cedar , and sniffed at the roses , he went back to the house . Morning ...
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... side by side with Grace Redmayne . He saw her glance shyly at him , evi- dently aware of his identity . She was very pretty . That sweet fair face , which was actually by no means perfect , impressed him with 62 TO THE BITTER END .
... side by side with Grace Redmayne . He saw her glance shyly at him , evi- dently aware of his identity . She was very pretty . That sweet fair face , which was actually by no means perfect , impressed him with 62 TO THE BITTER END .
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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.