The Silver-Burdett Readers: First-fifth book, 4 knygaSilver, Burdett, 1906 |
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... had hap- pened . She thanked me warmly , and looked round for the little boy who had recognized and brought back her son ; but while we were talking he had disappeared . PART III . After these events two years had passed 49 8.
... had hap- pened . She thanked me warmly , and looked round for the little boy who had recognized and brought back her son ; but while we were talking he had disappeared . PART III . After these events two years had passed 49 8.
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... passed , and it was now the first time since then that I had come into this part of Paris . Did the mother continue grate- ful ? Had the two children met again , and had the happy chance of their first meeting lowered between them that ...
... passed , and it was now the first time since then that I had come into this part of Paris . Did the mother continue grate- ful ? Had the two children met again , and had the happy chance of their first meeting lowered between them that ...
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... passed on . The flax was pulled up , and ropes and cloth were made from it . The pine was felled , the branches chopped up , and it was carried to the city . Still they did not forget each other , although neither knew where the other ...
... passed on . The flax was pulled up , and ropes and cloth were made from it . The pine was felled , the branches chopped up , and it was carried to the city . Still they did not forget each other , although neither knew where the other ...
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... passing " the river over which there is no bridge , " always saw the Floss between the green pastures by the Great Ash . Life did not change for Tom and Maggie ; and yet they were not wrong in believing that the thoughts and loves of ...
... passing " the river over which there is no bridge , " always saw the Floss between the green pastures by the Great Ash . Life did not change for Tom and Maggie ; and yet they were not wrong in believing that the thoughts and loves of ...
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... passing from one to another ; but think- ing only of preserving our fire , we no farther noticed this than by occasionally running out of the shanty into the shower , and scraping a channel to let the water run off into the brook or the ...
... passing from one to another ; but think- ing only of preserving our fire , we no farther noticed this than by occasionally running out of the shanty into the shower , and scraping a channel to let the water run off into the brook or the ...
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The Silver-Burdett Readers– First-fifth book, 4 knyga Ella Marie Powers,Thomas Minard Balliet Visos knygos peržiūra - 1906 |
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ABBY MORTON DIAZ bank beautiful Bébée began bells Beth birds blue blue weather boat bright canoe child cocoanut cried danced Dandelion dear Deb's door ELLEN STURGIS HOOPER EMILE SOUVESTRE eyes face feet fell flax flowers forest Gavroche girl green hand happy head heard heart heaven horse hour Indians Jack Kapaniah knew land laughed leaped light little Ben little boy lives looked LOUISA MAY ALCOTT Maggie Magsie morning mother never night o'er paint passed PAUL DU CHAILLU Pewee pine poor raft rain reached river rose round Saladin seemed seen shining shore side sing smile snow soft song star star-spangled banner stood sweet swim Thames Water thing thou thought tree turned voice waves wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind window wonderful yellow young lady
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