Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine, Volume 105Josiah Gilbert Holland, Richard Watson Gilder Century Company, 1923 - American literature |
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... FRISCO , THE TRAMP ROYAL SEX IN FICTION STEVENSON MYTH , THE Drawings by Paul Roche . .Charlotte Perkins Gilman . 676 855 .Konrad Bercovici Nathaniel Peffer 37 559 .Charlotte Perkins Gilman . 169 Gertrude Mathews Shelby . 203 Fleta ...
... FRISCO , THE TRAMP ROYAL SEX IN FICTION STEVENSON MYTH , THE Drawings by Paul Roche . .Charlotte Perkins Gilman . 676 855 .Konrad Bercovici Nathaniel Peffer 37 559 .Charlotte Perkins Gilman . 169 Gertrude Mathews Shelby . 203 Fleta ...
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... of sunset and the first star come out of the blue beyond the ridges . Yes , a year , two years ; that was a long time in which to be happy . A long time . HEN Frisco and I decided to W leave New York 506 THE CENTURY MAGAZINE.
... of sunset and the first star come out of the blue beyond the ridges . Yes , a year , two years ; that was a long time in which to be happy . A long time . HEN Frisco and I decided to W leave New York 506 THE CENTURY MAGAZINE.
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... Frisco was interested in the sights of Java . Suppose. HEN Frisco and I decided to W leave New York for Boston , we meant to " hop " a freight ; but as a fast express conveniently arrived first at the New Haven freight yards in Harlem ...
... Frisco was interested in the sights of Java . Suppose. HEN Frisco and I decided to W leave New York for Boston , we meant to " hop " a freight ; but as a fast express conveniently arrived first at the New Haven freight yards in Harlem ...
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... Frisco and gouged him into a dim semblance of attention . My tidings did n't interest him in the least . " Lemme alone , " he grumbled . " I don't give a tinker's dam if she rambles off to Baffin's Bay ; all I care about is snoozing ...
... Frisco and gouged him into a dim semblance of attention . My tidings did n't interest him in the least . " Lemme alone , " he grumbled . " I don't give a tinker's dam if she rambles off to Baffin's Bay ; all I care about is snoozing ...
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... Frisco , whom I met at the end of my walk , had fared equally well . He had fried egg sand- wiches , currant pie , bread and jam , cold baked potatoes , and two bananas . We walked out along a country road , and , spreading our feast ...
... Frisco , whom I met at the end of my walk , had fared equally well . He had fried egg sand- wiches , currant pie , bread and jam , cold baked potatoes , and two bananas . We walked out along a country road , and , spreading our feast ...
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