 What now, my dear !—?— did .you thenfimpjy imagine the hours were to' lland ftill to-day ?— My life for it, my Lord is .at this moment chiding them for the flownsfs of their motions.-— Come, come, every foul is waiting for us, and have been this...  Lucinda Osburn: A Novel ... - Page 2141787Full view - About this book
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...watch — me ftarted. ' What Bow, my dear! — did you then fimply imagine the hours were to ftand ftill to-day ? My life for it, my lord is at this moment chiding them for the flownefs of their motions. Come, come, every fool is waiting for us, and have been this hour. Never... | |
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