John Halifax, GentlemanHarper & Brothers, publishers, Franklin Square., 1859 - 499 pages |
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... heard me . What could he be thinking of so intently ? -a poor working lad , whom few would have given credit for thinking at all . I do not suppose my father cast a single glance or thought on the boy , whom from a sense of common ...
... heard me . What could he be thinking of so intently ? -a poor working lad , whom few would have given credit for thinking at all . I do not suppose my father cast a single glance or thought on the boy , whom from a sense of common ...
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... heard my father's words , the color rushed over his 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 ...
... heard my father's words , the color rushed over his 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 ...
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... heard loud words across the narrow street . " I will - I say I will . " " You shan't , Miss Ursula . " " But I will ! " And there stood the little girl , with a loaf in one hand , and a carving - knife in the other . She succeeded in ...
... heard loud words across the narrow street . " I will - I say I will . " " You shan't , Miss Ursula . " " But I will ! " And there stood the little girl , with a loaf in one hand , and a carving - knife in the other . She succeeded in ...
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... heard of the boy's parentage ; nor do I believe he knew more himself . He was indebted to no forefathers for a family history : the chronicle commenced with himself , and was altogether his own making . JOHN HALIFAX . 17.
... heard of the boy's parentage ; nor do I believe he knew more himself . He was indebted to no forefathers for a family history : the chronicle commenced with himself , and was altogether his own making . JOHN HALIFAX . 17.
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... I cried , indignantly . John never spoke , but his cheek_burnt furiously . I took his hand , and told him how glad I was to see him - but , for a minute , I doubt if he heard me " Abel Fletcher sent me here , " he repeated JOHN HALIFAX .
... I cried , indignantly . John never spoke , but his cheek_burnt furiously . I took his hand , and told him how glad I was to see him - but , for a minute , I doubt if he heard me " Abel Fletcher sent me here , " he repeated JOHN HALIFAX .
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