John Halifax, GentlemanHarper & Brothers, publishers, Franklin Square., 1859 - 499 páginas |
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... tell you presently . Can I get you a pen ? " , He leaned on my shoulder with his left hand , but his right never once let go of the precious book . " Write- Muriel Halifax , died January 1st , 1791. ' ” " Nothing more ? " 66 Nothing ...
... tell you presently . Can I get you a pen ? " , He leaned on my shoulder with his left hand , but his right never once let go of the precious book . " Write- Muriel Halifax , died January 1st , 1791. ' ” " Nothing more ? " 66 Nothing ...
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... tell you the whole true and particular story of Sir Richard Whittington . " I lifted myself , and began looking for my crutches . John found and put them into my hand , with a grave , pitiful look . " You don't need those sort of things ...
... tell you the whole true and particular story of Sir Richard Whittington . " I lifted myself , and began looking for my crutches . John found and put them into my hand , with a grave , pitiful look . " You don't need those sort of things ...
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... tell John the story . merely showed him where , beyond our garden wall , and n the invisible high road that interposed , rose up the grim ild Abbey tower . 66 Probably this garden belonged to the Abbey in ancient time - our orchard is ...
... tell John the story . merely showed him where , beyond our garden wall , and n the invisible high road that interposed , rose up the grim ild Abbey tower . 66 Probably this garden belonged to the Abbey in ancient time - our orchard is ...
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... tell you . All spring I was at a farmer's , riding the plough - horses , hoeing turnips ; then I went up the hills with some sheep ; in June I tried hay - mak ng , and caught a fever - you needn't start , sir , I've been well these six ...
... tell you . All spring I was at a farmer's , riding the plough - horses , hoeing turnips ; then I went up the hills with some sheep ; in June I tried hay - mak ng , and caught a fever - you needn't start , sir , I've been well these six ...
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... Tell me , frankly . " He pulled a wry face , though comical withal , and said , cheerily " Everybody must like what brings them their daily bread . It's a grand thing for me not to have been hungry for nearly thirty days . " " Poor John ...
... Tell me , frankly . " He pulled a wry face , though comical withal , and said , cheerily " Everybody must like what brings them their daily bread . It's a grand thing for me not to have been hungry for nearly thirty days . " " Poor John ...
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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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Página 106 - His certain life, that never can deceive him, Is full of thousand sweets, and rich content : The smooth-leaved beeches in the field receive him With coolest shades, till...
Página 95 - Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, pray for them that despitefully use you.
Página 15 - And it came to pass, when he had made an end of speaking unto Saul, that the soul of Jonathan was knit with the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul.
Página 105 - Thrice, oh! thrice happy, shepherd's life and state! When courts are happiness, unhappy pawns! His cottage low and safely humble gate Shuts out proud Fortune, with her scorns and fawns. No feared treason breaks his quiet sleep ; Singing all day, his flocks he learns to keep, Himself as innocent as are his simple sheep. No Serian worms he knows, that with their thread Draw out their silken lives — nor silken pride: His lambs...