Pride and Irresolution: A New Series of The Discipline of Life, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1850 |
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... tell is told not from hearsay , but from actual observation . I do not mean to say that I vouch for the accuracy of every word which I have recorded . There were many occasions on which I was not and could not be present , and I have ...
... tell is told not from hearsay , but from actual observation . I do not mean to say that I vouch for the accuracy of every word which I have recorded . There were many occasions on which I was not and could not be present , and I have ...
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... tell you them now , not that you should blame the dead , but because the truth is the wisest and the fittest to be spoken at all times , and because it is right that you should consider all the circumstances of the case , before you ...
... tell you them now , not that you should blame the dead , but because the truth is the wisest and the fittest to be spoken at all times , and because it is right that you should consider all the circumstances of the case , before you ...
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... itself . " I see I must tell you , " her mother said , quietly . " It was your grandfather's last wish that the properties should be united by your marriage with your cousin , Julian Gre- ville . 36 PRIDE AND IRRESOLUTION .
... itself . " I see I must tell you , " her mother said , quietly . " It was your grandfather's last wish that the properties should be united by your marriage with your cousin , Julian Gre- ville . 36 PRIDE AND IRRESOLUTION .
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... tell you that they should go to England the very next person that goes . I hope they will get safe , and I hope you and your brother will like them ; and I shall be very glad to hear that he is better . but I am quite well now . I was ...
... tell you that they should go to England the very next person that goes . I hope they will get safe , and I hope you and your brother will like them ; and I shall be very glad to hear that he is better . but I am quite well now . I was ...
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... tell them that my nurse says , Florence would do your brother good . I should like to see you . " I am , my dear Cousin , " Your very affectionate Cousin , " JULIAN GREVILLE . " Who does not know the value of a letter to a child ? and ...
... tell them that my nurse says , Florence would do your brother good . I should like to see you . " I am , my dear Cousin , " Your very affectionate Cousin , " JULIAN GREVILLE . " Who does not know the value of a letter to a child ? and ...
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