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... week , saw his sea - chest safely shipped , and went back to Brierwood to tell his daughter Grace . The scene between these two was a bitter one . The girl loved her father passionately . What else had she ever had to love with all the ...
... week , saw his sea - chest safely shipped , and went back to Brierwood to tell his daughter Grace . The scene between these two was a bitter one . The girl loved her father passionately . What else had she ever had to love with all the ...
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... week at what he called that fellow's insolence . ' After his death his widow and his son respected this prejadice , and never dreamt of seeking a tenant for their an- cestral halls ; so Clevedon remained in the care of the servants ...
... week at what he called that fellow's insolence . ' After his death his widow and his son respected this prejadice , and never dreamt of seeking a tenant for their an- cestral halls ; so Clevedon remained in the care of the servants ...
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... week or so ; much to the disgust of Miss Redmayne , who would have liked the tea - table to look pretty , with nothing more substantial upon it than a dish of strawberries and a bowl of flowers , and a china plate of TO THE BITTER END ...
... week or so ; much to the disgust of Miss Redmayne , who would have liked the tea - table to look pretty , with nothing more substantial upon it than a dish of strawberries and a bowl of flowers , and a china plate of TO THE BITTER END ...
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... weekly wash , nor scrupled to admit and even boast of the fact . Altogether Grace Redmayne was a little at war with her surroundings , especially now that the one figure she loved was removed from the nar- row home circle . Roughing it ...
... weekly wash , nor scrupled to admit and even boast of the fact . Altogether Grace Redmayne was a little at war with her surroundings , especially now that the one figure she loved was removed from the nar- row home circle . Roughing it ...
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... week at what he called ' that fellow's insolence . ' After his death his widow and his son respected this prejudice , and never dreamt of seeking a tenant for their an- cestral halls ; so Clevedon remained in the care of the servants ...
... week at what he called ' that fellow's insolence . ' After his death his widow and his son respected this prejudice , and never dreamt of seeking a tenant for their an- cestral halls ; so Clevedon remained in the care of the servants ...
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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.