The dull stone house, by Kenner Deene, Volume 2; Volume 1051862 |
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... morning , Paul Withers rode through the lands of the Percys . He was not going to see the heir , he was going to see Margaret . She was ill . He found her stretched on a sofa , in a small boudoir , a lovely little room , quite a lady's ...
... morning , Paul Withers rode through the lands of the Percys . He was not going to see the heir , he was going to see Margaret . She was ill . He found her stretched on a sofa , in a small boudoir , a lovely little room , quite a lady's ...
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... morning mist , and the roofs of the yet sleeping city dimly visible , had he scen one clothed in white , sitting on a sepulchre ; and was this the face of the angel ? One thing was certain . Centuries ago some inspired painter had ...
... morning mist , and the roofs of the yet sleeping city dimly visible , had he scen one clothed in white , sitting on a sepulchre ; and was this the face of the angel ? One thing was certain . Centuries ago some inspired painter had ...
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... morning . Then there was a hurry , and a bustle , and a supper , of which he partook alone . Afterwards Emma , who had gone to her own room , went unbidden into the parlour . Charles Bingham Roggmoore and Albert were chatting and ...
... morning . Then there was a hurry , and a bustle , and a supper , of which he partook alone . Afterwards Emma , who had gone to her own room , went unbidden into the parlour . Charles Bingham Roggmoore and Albert were chatting and ...
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... morning she slept in spite of herself . Her mother awakened her . She set the breakfast tray on the bed . " Emma , get up and take a cup of tea . ” Emma raised her head , which now really ached sadly . " Thank you , mother . " " You ...
... morning she slept in spite of herself . Her mother awakened her . She set the breakfast tray on the bed . " Emma , get up and take a cup of tea . ” Emma raised her head , which now really ached sadly . " Thank you , mother . " " You ...
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... morning , but the young man looked earnestly into the girl's beautiful face , and she lowered her eyes , and seemed half conscious of the purpose of his un- spoken thoughts . No word passed between them , until at last Charles Roggmoore ...
... morning , but the young man looked earnestly into the girl's beautiful face , and she lowered her eyes , and seemed half conscious of the purpose of his un- spoken thoughts . No word passed between them , until at last Charles Roggmoore ...
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Page 131 - If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us; but if we confess our sins, God is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
Page 109 - Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 106 - Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night: Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of morning, — Its smiles and its tears are worth evening's best light.
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Page 210 - Towards the close of the last century, that is to say, about seventy years ago...