The Speaker, 4 tomasPearson Brothers, 1910 |
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... John- ston's been shot and Beauregard has sent me to find out just what is left of the Yanks and what they're going to do . Sorry I can't send you in ; but you'll ap- preciate my position just now . But I'll see what I can do for you in ...
... John- ston's been shot and Beauregard has sent me to find out just what is left of the Yanks and what they're going to do . Sorry I can't send you in ; but you'll ap- preciate my position just now . But I'll see what I can do for you in ...
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... John Bagot ? " " Coward ! " was the man's despairing cry , with a sudden threatening threatening movement . " Christ himself would have broke a vow to save her . " The grave kind eyes of the priest met the other's fierce gaze , and ...
... John Bagot ? " " Coward ! " was the man's despairing cry , with a sudden threatening threatening movement . " Christ himself would have broke a vow to save her . " The grave kind eyes of the priest met the other's fierce gaze , and ...
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... John Bagot . " There was something inspiring , commanding , in the voice and manner , and Bagot , with a new hope rush- ing through his veins , knelt and repeated his words . The priest turned to the door , and called . The boy ...
... John Bagot . " There was something inspiring , commanding , in the voice and manner , and Bagot , with a new hope rush- ing through his veins , knelt and repeated his words . The priest turned to the door , and called . The boy ...
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... JOHN D. LONG . [ Extract from a speech delivered in Chicago , 1899. ] SOMETIMES think that the great republic applauding the salient merits overlooks others which are quite as deserving . You cheer for the men behind the guns ; you give ...
... JOHN D. LONG . [ Extract from a speech delivered in Chicago , 1899. ] SOMETIMES think that the great republic applauding the salient merits overlooks others which are quite as deserving . You cheer for the men behind the guns ; you give ...
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... JOHN FLETCHER . Hence , all you vain delights , As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's naught in this life sweet , If men were wise to see ' t , But only melancholy- O sweetest melancholy ! Welcome , folded ...
... JOHN FLETCHER . Hence , all you vain delights , As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's naught in this life sweet , If men were wise to see ' t , But only melancholy- O sweetest melancholy ! Welcome , folded ...
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