London Society, Volume 32William Clowes and Sons, 1877 - English literature |
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... thing ; continually asking questions , and insisting upon cate- gorical replies . Featherstone could not help himself . He looked at the places she indicated , made out individuals , caught the amused glances and half chaffy ' nods of ...
... thing ; continually asking questions , and insisting upon cate- gorical replies . Featherstone could not help himself . He looked at the places she indicated , made out individuals , caught the amused glances and half chaffy ' nods of ...
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... thing very particular to say to you . ' They had shaken hands , and she had taken her seat very de- murely a little way off . Her eyes were , however , fixed on his in very steadfast inquiry . They were beautiful eyes , but as change ...
... thing very particular to say to you . ' They had shaken hands , and she had taken her seat very de- murely a little way off . Her eyes were , however , fixed on his in very steadfast inquiry . They were beautiful eyes , but as change ...
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... thing better another time . We never wear out our welcome at our inn , or satiate ourselves with the architecture of a town . We depart , leaving a wide margin of exploration for the future . Here to - day and gone to - morrow ' is our ...
... thing better another time . We never wear out our welcome at our inn , or satiate ourselves with the architecture of a town . We depart , leaving a wide margin of exploration for the future . Here to - day and gone to - morrow ' is our ...
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... things which reminds us we are not in Rams- gate . The walls are old , the houses are old , the shops are old , the ... thing about it . Then back by the hilly street , and on to the ramparts , and down to the lower part of the town by ...
... things which reminds us we are not in Rams- gate . The walls are old , the houses are old , the shops are old , the ... thing about it . Then back by the hilly street , and on to the ramparts , and down to the lower part of the town by ...
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... thing in the world for a trace to break every other mile or so . ' Ce n'est rien , ' he assures us when we inquire mildly as to the extent of the damage ; and on he rattles again with his Hé donc , allez donc ! ' till our hearts sink ...
... thing in the world for a trace to break every other mile or so . ' Ce n'est rien , ' he assures us when we inquire mildly as to the extent of the damage ; and on he rattles again with his Hé donc , allez donc ! ' till our hearts sink ...
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Page 237 - You are old, Father William,' the young man said, 'And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head - Do you think, at your age, it is right?' 'In my youth,' Father William replied to his son, 'I feared it might injure the brain; But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.
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