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... felt sure I should be interested . It's all right , I suppose ? " It was simply Humphreys's card , and a line in pencil , “ Intro- ducing the Hon . Washington J. Adams . " " I don't know Mr. Adams , " I said ; " but I do know that ...
... felt sure I should be interested . It's all right , I suppose ? " It was simply Humphreys's card , and a line in pencil , “ Intro- ducing the Hon . Washington J. Adams . " " I don't know Mr. Adams , " I said ; " but I do know that ...
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... felt , with a slightly conical crown . It rested rather on the back than on the top of his head , and from it fell a quantity of longish straight brown hair . His splendid satin scarf was decorated with a large pin , worthy of its ...
... felt , with a slightly conical crown . It rested rather on the back than on the top of his head , and from it fell a quantity of longish straight brown hair . His splendid satin scarf was decorated with a large pin , worthy of its ...
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... felt , was not his affair ; he was occupied with his own problems . " I have long ago discovered that I have nothing to do with other people's facts . It is enough for me if I can dispose of my own . " " It was a maxim with him that ...
... felt , was not his affair ; he was occupied with his own problems . " I have long ago discovered that I have nothing to do with other people's facts . It is enough for me if I can dispose of my own . " " It was a maxim with him that ...
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... felt his way up the long flight of stairs to my rooms , and informed me that the guillotine had arrived before the prison of Roquette . My thought flashed on the instant to the figure of Emile as I had seen him before the Shepherdesses ...
... felt his way up the long flight of stairs to my rooms , and informed me that the guillotine had arrived before the prison of Roquette . My thought flashed on the instant to the figure of Emile as I had seen him before the Shepherdesses ...
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... felt it would be - been made real in the man , haunted me . I never go now to the gallery of the Louvre but I shun the painting of the wrecked Medusa as I would shun a pestilence . Benjamin Franklin Taylor . BORN in Lowville , N. Y. ...
... felt it would be - been made real in the man , haunted me . I never go now to the gallery of the Louvre but I shun the painting of the wrecked Medusa as I would shun a pestilence . Benjamin Franklin Taylor . BORN in Lowville , N. Y. ...
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