Blackwood's Magazine, 92 tomasW. Blackwood, 1862 |
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... Arthur Wellesley's character . " I never met any military officer , " he said of him to Lord Wellesley , " with whom it was so satisfactory to converse . He states every diffi- culty before he undertakes any service , but none after he ...
... Arthur Wellesley's character . " I never met any military officer , " he said of him to Lord Wellesley , " with whom it was so satisfactory to converse . He states every diffi- culty before he undertakes any service , but none after he ...
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... Arthur . O no , no , my dear boy ! I will not go crazy ; but you must eat something , and not be killed too . Susan is not here , " said Mrs Vincent , with a ghastly , wistful look round the room ; " but we are not going to distrust her ...
... Arthur . O no , no , my dear boy ! I will not go crazy ; but you must eat something , and not be killed too . Susan is not here , " said Mrs Vincent , with a ghastly , wistful look round the room ; " but we are not going to distrust her ...
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... Arthur , " cried his mother again when she had seen the little maid fairly out - " do be a little prudent , my dear ! When a minister lodges with one of his flock , he must think of ap- pearances and if it were only for my dear child's ...
... Arthur , " cried his mother again when she had seen the little maid fairly out - " do be a little prudent , my dear ! When a minister lodges with one of his flock , he must think of ap- pearances and if it were only for my dear child's ...
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... Arthur ; and if it should be God's will to keep us so long in suspense , if - if - I can keep alive , dear , I may be of some use . Oh , Arthur , Arthur , the Lord have pity upon us ! if my darling comes back , will she come here or ...
... Arthur ; and if it should be God's will to keep us so long in suspense , if - if - I can keep alive , dear , I may be of some use . Oh , Arthur , Arthur , the Lord have pity upon us ! if my darling comes back , will she come here or ...
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... Arthur dear , don't lose any more time ! " " It is scarcely time for the train yet , " said the minister , getting up slowly ; " the world does not care , though our hearts are breaking ; it keeps its own time . Mother , good- bye . God ...
... Arthur dear , don't lose any more time ! " " It is scarcely time for the train yet , " said the minister , getting up slowly ; " the world does not care , though our hearts are breaking ; it keeps its own time . Mother , good- bye . God ...
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