John Halifax, GentlemanHarper & Brothers, publishers, Franklin Square., 1859 - 499 pages |
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... face for a boy of only fourteen or so . Let me call it up before me - I can easily , even after more than fifty years . Brown eyes , deep - sunken , with strongly - marked brows , a nose like most other Saxon noses , nothing particular ...
... face for a boy of only fourteen or so . Let me call it up before me - I can easily , even after more than fifty years . Brown eyes , deep - sunken , with strongly - marked brows , a nose like most other Saxon noses , nothing particular ...
Page 9
... face , and he started forward involuntarily . I had not before perceived how wasted and hungry - looking he was . " Father ! " I whispered . But here the boy had mustered up his courage and voice . 66 Sir , I want work ; may I earn a ...
... face , and he started forward involuntarily . I had not before perceived how wasted and hungry - looking he was . " Father ! " I whispered . But here the boy had mustered up his courage and voice . 66 Sir , I want work ; may I earn a ...
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... my sixteen years into a mournful maturity- this lad's face had come like a flash of sunshine ; a reflectior . of the merry boyhood , the youth and strength that never were , never could be mine . To let it JOHN HALIFAX . 13.
... my sixteen years into a mournful maturity- this lad's face had come like a flash of sunshine ; a reflectior . of the merry boyhood , the youth and strength that never were , never could be mine . To let it JOHN HALIFAX . 13.
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... face and combed out his fair curls ; though his clothes were threadbare , all but ragged , they were not unclean ; and there was a rosy , healthy freshness in his tanned skin , which showed he loved and delighted in what poor folks ...
... face and combed out his fair curls ; though his clothes were threadbare , all but ragged , they were not unclean ; and there was a rosy , healthy freshness in his tanned skin , which showed he loved and delighted in what poor folks ...
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... face was all crimson and quivering ; his voice choked ; it was with difficulty he smothered down a Ourst of tears . Perhaps this self - control was more moving than if he had wept - at least it answered better with my father . After a ...
... face was all crimson and quivering ; his voice choked ; it was with difficulty he smothered down a Ourst of tears . Perhaps this self - control was more moving than if he had wept - at least it answered better with my father . After a ...
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