John Halifax, GentlemanHarper & Brothers, publishers, Franklin Square., 1859 - 499 páginas |
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... poor puny wretch ! so reverenced physical strength . Everything in him seemed to indicate that which I had not : his muscular limbs , his square , broad shoulders , his healthy cheek , though it was sharp and thin - even to his crisp ...
... poor puny wretch ! so reverenced physical strength . Everything in him seemed to indicate that which I had not : his muscular limbs , his square , broad shoulders , his healthy cheek , though it was sharp and thin - even to his crisp ...
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... poor , desolate , homeless , way - faring lad to stand in sight of their merry nursery - window , and hear the clatter of voices , and of not unwelcome dinner - sounds - I wondered how he felt it . Just at this moment another head came ...
... poor , desolate , homeless , way - faring lad to stand in sight of their merry nursery - window , and hear the clatter of voices , and of not unwelcome dinner - sounds - I wondered how he felt it . Just at this moment another head came ...
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... poor lad's eyes . " Nearly starving . " " Bless me ! then get in , and have thy dinner . But first - " and my inexorable father held him by the shoulder " thee art a decent lad , come of decent parents ? " " Yes , " almost indignantly ...
... poor lad's eyes . " Nearly starving . " " Bless me ! then get in , and have thy dinner . But first - " and my inexorable father held him by the shoulder " thee art a decent lad , come of decent parents ? " " Yes , " almost indignantly ...
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... poor pocket . " Don't be afraid - I was not going to give thee anything --- except , maybe - would thee like some work ? " " O , sir ! " " O , father ! " I hardly know which was the most grateful cry . Abel Fletcher looked surprised ...
... poor pocket . " Don't be afraid - I was not going to give thee anything --- except , maybe - would thee like some work ? " " O , sir ! " " O , father ! " I hardly know which was the most grateful cry . Abel Fletcher looked surprised ...
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... poor Bill , for thy mother to come crying and pester- ing . Thee hasn't got one , eh ? -So much the better , -all women are born fools - especially mothers . " " Sir ! " The lad's face was all crimson and quivering ; his voice choked ...
... poor Bill , for thy mother to come crying and pester- ing . Thee hasn't got one , eh ? -So much the better , -all women are born fools - especially mothers . " " Sir ! " The lad's face was all crimson and quivering ; his voice choked ...
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Abel Fletcher answered asked Beechwood better Brithwood child Cloth daughter dear door Edwin Enderley eyes face fancy father feel gentleman gone Guy's Half Calf hand happy hear heard heart honor husband Jael Jessop John Halifax JOHN S. C. ABBOTT John's Kingswell knew Lady Caroline laughed listened little Muriel live Longfield looked Lord Luxmore Lord Ravenel marriage Mary Baines Maud mill mind minute Miss March Miss Silver morning mother Muriel never night Norton Bury Oldtower once pain parlor perhaps Phineas Fletcher poor quiet rose round seemed silence Sir Ralph smile spoke stood sure talking tan-yard tell thank thee things THOMAS CARLYLE thought told took turned Uncle Phineas Ursula voice walk watching wife wish woman wonder word young
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