John Halifax, GentlemanHarper & Brothers, publishers, Franklin Square., 1859 - 499 pages |
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... Fletcher's road , ye idle , lounging , little- " " Vagabond , " I think the woman ( Sally Watkins , once my nurse ) , was going to say , but she changed her mind . My father and I both glanced round , surprised at her unusual reticence ...
... Fletcher's road , ye idle , lounging , little- " " Vagabond , " I think the woman ( Sally Watkins , once my nurse ) , was going to say , but she changed her mind . My father and I both glanced round , surprised at her unusual reticence ...
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... Fletcher to have for his only child such a sickly creature as I , now , at sixteen , as helpless and useless to him as a baby . " Well , well , I must find some one to go home with thee . " For though my father had got me a sort of ...
... Fletcher to have for his only child such a sickly creature as I , now , at sixteen , as helpless and useless to him as a baby . " Well , well , I must find some one to go home with thee . " For though my father had got me a sort of ...
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... Fletcher jingled temptingly the silver money in the pockets of his long flap- ped brown waistcoat . " I say , art thee a lad to be trusted ? ” John Halifax neither answered nor declined his eyes . Не seemed to feel that this was a ...
... Fletcher jingled temptingly the silver money in the pockets of his long flap- ped brown waistcoat . " I say , art thee a lad to be trusted ? ” John Halifax neither answered nor declined his eyes . Не seemed to feel that this was a ...
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... Fletcher never forgot that we originally came of a good stock , and that it pleased him to call me , his only son , after one of our forefathers , not unknown - Phineas Fletcher , who wrote the " Purple Island . " Thus it seemed to me ...
... Fletcher never forgot that we originally came of a good stock , and that it pleased him to call me , his only son , after one of our forefathers , not unknown - Phineas Fletcher , who wrote the " Purple Island . " Thus it seemed to me ...
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... Fletcher , sharply , as he disappeared . So , still holding my David fast , I brought him into my father's house . CHAPTER II . DINNER was over ; my father and I took ours in the large parlor , where the stiff , high - backed chairs ...
... Fletcher , sharply , as he disappeared . So , still holding my David fast , I brought him into my father's house . CHAPTER II . DINNER was over ; my father and I took ours in the large parlor , where the stiff , high - backed chairs ...
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