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... Hope . The Heiress While Takin a Wift o ' my Pipe . The Schoolmaster The Turnip Woman . The Isles of Greece . The Waverley Mystery The Scott Centenary S. Laman Blanchard Robert Southey . Mary Russell Mitford Matthew Browne David Wingate ...
... Hope . The Heiress While Takin a Wift o ' my Pipe . The Schoolmaster The Turnip Woman . The Isles of Greece . The Waverley Mystery The Scott Centenary S. Laman Blanchard Robert Southey . Mary Russell Mitford Matthew Browne David Wingate ...
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... hope ; but if he stam- mer , or falter at the coin , the verdict runs , and wisely runs , mad - incapably mad . ' " I'm not so bad as that , ' said Pugwash , a little alarmed . " Don't say how you are— e - it's presumption in any man ...
... hope ; but if he stam- mer , or falter at the coin , the verdict runs , and wisely runs , mad - incapably mad . ' " I'm not so bad as that , ' said Pugwash , a little alarmed . " Don't say how you are— e - it's presumption in any man ...
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... hope at rest ,. May gather bliss to see my fellows bless'd . But , where to find that happiest spot below , Who can direct , when all pretend to know ? The shudd'ring tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ...
... hope at rest ,. May gather bliss to see my fellows bless'd . But , where to find that happiest spot below , Who can direct , when all pretend to know ? The shudd'ring tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ...
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... hope , and action ! for with her alone , By streams and shades , to steal these sighing hours , Is all he asks , and all that Fate can give . " We have quoted the above lines from Ache- inside to give a proper notion of the condition of ...
... hope , and action ! for with her alone , By streams and shades , to steal these sighing hours , Is all he asks , and all that Fate can give . " We have quoted the above lines from Ache- inside to give a proper notion of the condition of ...
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... hope . I am certain you will re- cover . I see it in your face . " The two clerks winked at each other ; and the attorney , notwithstanding that which he had just uttered , lost no time in preparing the necessary document . signing it ...
... hope . I am certain you will re- cover . I see it in your face . " The two clerks winked at each other ; and the attorney , notwithstanding that which he had just uttered , lost no time in preparing the necessary document . signing it ...
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