John Halifax, GentlemanHarper & Brothers, publishers, Franklin Square., 1859 - 499 pages |
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... Norton Bury - watching the eddying rain - drops , which , each as it fell , threw up a little mist of spray . It was a serious , haggard face for a boy of only fourteen or so . Let me call it up before me - I can easily , even after ...
... Norton Bury - watching the eddying rain - drops , which , each as it fell , threw up a little mist of spray . It was a serious , haggard face for a boy of only fourteen or so . Let me call it up before me - I can easily , even after ...
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... Norton Bury , Abel 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 ...
... Norton Bury , Abel 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 ...
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... Norton Bury melted into " the country . " It turned out to be the cloak of a well - to - do young farmer's wife riding to market in her cart beside her jolly - looking spouse . Very spruce and self - satisfied she ap poared , and the ...
... Norton Bury melted into " the country . " It turned out to be the cloak of a well - to - do young farmer's wife riding to market in her cart beside her jolly - looking spouse . Very spruce and self - satisfied she ap poared , and the ...
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... Norton Bury streets , in our old way , my father marching along in his grave fashion , I steering my little carriage , and keeping as close as I could beside him . Many a person looked at us as we passed ; almost everybody knew us , but ...
... Norton Bury streets , in our old way , my father marching along in his grave fashion , I steering my little carriage , and keeping as close as I could beside him . Many a person looked at us as we passed ; almost everybody knew us , but ...
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... Norton Bury ? " " For shame , John ! " and I pointed to the bluest of au tumnal skies , though in the distance an afternoon mist was slowly creeping on . " All very fine now , but there's a fog coming over Severn ; and it is sure to ...
... Norton Bury ? " " For shame , John ! " and I pointed to the bluest of au tumnal skies , though in the distance an afternoon mist was slowly creeping on . " All very fine now , but there's a fog coming over Severn ; and it is sure to ...
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