John Halifax, GentlemanHarper & Brothers, publishers, Franklin Square., 1859 - 499 pages |
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Page 10
... silence . " Lad , shall I give thee the groat now ? " " Not till I've earned it , sir . " So , drawing his hand back , my father slipped the money into mine , and left us . I followed him with my eyes , as he went sturdily plash- ing ...
... silence . " Lad , shall I give thee the groat now ? " " Not till I've earned it , sir . " So , drawing his hand back , my father slipped the money into mine , and left us . I followed him with my eyes , as he went sturdily plash- ing ...
Page 11
... silence . I wished he would talk , and let me hear again his pleasant Cornish accent . " How strong you are ! " said I sighing , when , with a sudden pull , he had saved me from being overturned by a horseman riding past - young Mr ...
... silence . I wished he would talk , and let me hear again his pleasant Cornish accent . " How strong you are ! " said I sighing , when , with a sudden pull , he had saved me from being overturned by a horseman riding past - young Mr ...
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... silence . " I'll tell you presently . Can I get you a pen ? " , He leaned on my shoulder with his left hand , but his right never once let go of the precious book . " Write- Muriel Halifax , died January 1st , 1791. ' ” " Nothing more ...
... silence . " I'll tell you presently . Can I get you a pen ? " , He leaned on my shoulder with his left hand , but his right never once let go of the precious book . " Write- Muriel Halifax , died January 1st , 1791. ' ” " Nothing more ...
Page 39
... silent a good while . At last I said- " John , do you remember the woman who spoke so sharply to you in the alley that day ? " " Yes . I shall never forget anything which happened that day , " he answered softly . " She was my nurse ...
... silent a good while . At last I said- " John , do you remember the woman who spoke so sharply to you in the alley that day ? " " Yes . I shall never forget anything which happened that day , " he answered softly . " She was my nurse ...
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... silence . I was silent , too , but I stole a glance at his mouth , as seen in profile . I could almost always guess at his thoughts by that mouth , so flexible , sensitive , and , at times , so infi- nitely sweet . It wore that ...
... silence . I was silent , too , but I stole a glance at his mouth , as seen in profile . I could almost always guess at his thoughts by that mouth , so flexible , sensitive , and , at times , so infi- nitely sweet . It wore that ...
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