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Page 42
... wish . Yes ; I will take a glass of your home - brewed ale to - day , if you please . I have ordered a hamper of wine to be sent down from London . It will arrive to - night , I daresay . ' And then , after an interval : ' I have to ...
... wish . Yes ; I will take a glass of your home - brewed ale to - day , if you please . I have ordered a hamper of wine to be sent down from London . It will arrive to - night , I daresay . ' And then , after an interval : ' I have to ...
Page 45
... wishes to succeed in the world ; and I don't mind owning that I do hold worldly success as a prize worth working for . ' She He was expanding a little - had already dropped something of his habitual languor . Grace liked him better ...
... wishes to succeed in the world ; and I don't mind owning that I do hold worldly success as a prize worth working for . ' She He was expanding a little - had already dropped something of his habitual languor . Grace liked him better ...
Page 50
... wish to breakfast next morning . ' At nine o'clock ; or you may make it between nine and ten , if you like . I'm not a very early man . Who was that singing just now ? ' ' Miss Grace , sir . She's a rare one to sing ; ' and the girl ...
... wish to breakfast next morning . ' At nine o'clock ; or you may make it between nine and ten , if you like . I'm not a very early man . Who was that singing just now ? ' ' Miss Grace , sir . She's a rare one to sing ; ' and the girl ...
Page 59
... wish you were here to brighten my solitude . Give my best remembrances to your father , and believe me to remain your affec- tionate HUBERT WALGRAVE . ' ' I think it's about as inane an epistle as was ever penned , ' he said to himself ...
... wish you were here to brighten my solitude . Give my best remembrances to your father , and believe me to remain your affec- tionate HUBERT WALGRAVE . ' ' I think it's about as inane an epistle as was ever penned , ' he said to himself ...
Page 84
... wish too , and one which was in itself a condescension . ' Well , sir , if you'd like to spend a day at Cleve- don with James and me and Grace and her cousins , I've nothing to say against it , ' she said , ' except that it doesn't seem ...
... wish too , and one which was in itself a condescension . ' Well , sir , if you'd like to spend a day at Cleve- don with James and me and Grace and her cousins , I've nothing to say against it , ' she said , ' except that it doesn't seem ...
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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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