The Pirate, 1 tomasArchibald Constable and Company; and Hurst, Robinson, and Company, London, 1822 - 346 psl. |
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... Baby would prove " her mother over again . " Malicious people did not stick to say , that the acrimony of the Clinkscale blood had not on this occasion been cooled and sweetened by that of old England ; that young Deilbelicket was much ...
... Baby would prove " her mother over again . " Malicious people did not stick to say , that the acrimony of the Clinkscale blood had not on this occasion been cooled and sweetened by that of old England ; that young Deilbelicket was much ...
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... Baby ? tell me I say , where we shall find the ne- morum murmur , sister Baby , in these new seats of ours ? " " What's your foolish will ? said Baby , popping her head from out of a dark recess in the kitchen , where she was busy about ...
... Baby ? tell me I say , where we shall find the ne- morum murmur , sister Baby , in these new seats of ours ? " " What's your foolish will ? said Baby , popping her head from out of a dark recess in the kitchen , where she was busy about ...
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... Baby , answer me that ? " 1 " The wood ? " answered Baby- " Were I no to take better care of the wood than you , brother , there would soon be no more wood about the town than the barber's block that's on your own shoulders ...
... Baby , answer me that ? " 1 " The wood ? " answered Baby- " Were I no to take better care of the wood than you , brother , there would soon be no more wood about the town than the barber's block that's on your own shoulders ...
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... Baby , her very nose changing with terror from red to blue , " we are but gane folks . " Who speaks now , when they should hold their peace ? " said Triptolemus . " Go to the shot - window instantly , and see how many there are of them ...
... Baby , her very nose changing with terror from red to blue , " we are but gane folks . " Who speaks now , when they should hold their peace ? " said Triptolemus . " Go to the shot - window instantly , and see how many there are of them ...
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... Baby to the agriculturist , reproachfully . " Heard ye ever a breekless loon frae Lochaber tell his mind and his errand mair deftly ? -Come , come , friend , " she added , addressing herself to Mordaunt , " put up your pipes and gang ...
... Baby to the agriculturist , reproachfully . " Heard ye ever a breekless loon frae Lochaber tell his mind and his errand mair deftly ? -Come , come , friend , " she added , addressing herself to Mordaunt , " put up your pipes and gang ...
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