American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volume 24Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1844 - Periodicals |
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... hour . The populace , spectators of the battle , applauded with loud outcries every remarkable feat of arms , and had gradually retreated into the ad- joining streets . A single individual , wrapped in a large cloak , with his face ...
... hour . The populace , spectators of the battle , applauded with loud outcries every remarkable feat of arms , and had gradually retreated into the ad- joining streets . A single individual , wrapped in a large cloak , with his face ...
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... hour ? Good hea- vens ! what has happened at the house of the First President ? ' Nothing - nothing , ' replied she , in a scarcely articulate voice ; ' I will tell you why I came out . It was a piece of folly - madness ! ' The person ...
... hour ? Good hea- vens ! what has happened at the house of the First President ? ' Nothing - nothing , ' replied she , in a scarcely articulate voice ; ' I will tell you why I came out . It was a piece of folly - madness ! ' The person ...
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... hour at the Visitation , and as I was returning , these rude men overtook and tried to frighten me . ' ' Monsieur the President will have the scoundrels punished ! ' No , no ! ' interrupted she , quickly ; do not think so , Master ...
... hour at the Visitation , and as I was returning , these rude men overtook and tried to frighten me . ' ' Monsieur the President will have the scoundrels punished ! ' No , no ! ' interrupted she , quickly ; do not think so , Master ...
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... hour of the night ? ' interrupted Marius Magis , with a peculiar smile . She had been at the Convent of the Visitation , ' replied the advocate , affecting the greater indifference in proportion as he felt less at ease and less disposed ...
... hour of the night ? ' interrupted Marius Magis , with a peculiar smile . She had been at the Convent of the Visitation , ' replied the advocate , affecting the greater indifference in proportion as he felt less at ease and less disposed ...
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... hour of midnight sounded . Monsieur de Lansac threw down his wallet at the foot of a tree , and passing his arm through that of the cadet Beauregard , exclaimed , as he pulled his hat over his eyes : ' Come , we have burned powder ...
... hour of midnight sounded . Monsieur de Lansac threw down his wallet at the foot of a tree , and passing his arm through that of the cadet Beauregard , exclaimed , as he pulled his hat over his eyes : ' Come , we have burned powder ...
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