Belgravia: A London Magazine, Volume 77Chatto and Windus, 1892 |
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... Florence , with an unmistakably ill - tempered stamp of a prettily - slippered foot . " Cross ! You little noodle , you don't expect me to look pleased and grateful for the good luck having come just too late for me to share in it ...
... Florence , with an unmistakably ill - tempered stamp of a prettily - slippered foot . " Cross ! You little noodle , you don't expect me to look pleased and grateful for the good luck having come just too late for me to share in it ...
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... Florence laughs pettishly . 66 about it . You see I wonder if he will Amiability is certainly not the rock on which we Herries split , " she says contemptuously . " When papa sent for me to tell me the news just now , he sent a regular ...
... Florence laughs pettishly . 66 about it . You see I wonder if he will Amiability is certainly not the rock on which we Herries split , " she says contemptuously . " When papa sent for me to tell me the news just now , he sent a regular ...
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... Florence says reassuringly . Then , together , the sisters step into their father's presence , and poor Jane flounders into error at once by greeting him as " Lord Roydmore . " " I'm not that till after the funeral , " he says testily ...
... Florence says reassuringly . Then , together , the sisters step into their father's presence , and poor Jane flounders into error at once by greeting him as " Lord Roydmore . " " I'm not that till after the funeral , " he says testily ...
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... Florence's grey eyes flash ominously . Her father's habit of scolding about trifles has never been so irksome to her as it is to - day , when she is on the brink of freedom . Detestable as the prospect of her marriage had suddenly ...
... Florence's grey eyes flash ominously . Her father's habit of scolding about trifles has never been so irksome to her as it is to - day , when she is on the brink of freedom . Detestable as the prospect of her marriage had suddenly ...
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... Florence . " You won't let this - this sad event put off our marriage for a time , will you , sir ? " he asks anxiously ; and as he hears the answer , " Most certainly not , " he turns , takes the unwilling Florence in his arms , and ...
... Florence . " You won't let this - this sad event put off our marriage for a time , will you , sir ? " he asks anxiously ; and as he hears the answer , " Most certainly not , " he turns , takes the unwilling Florence in his arms , and ...
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