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... French and English Pictures .. French Play in London , The .. George Eliot as a Godless Writer . Hearth , The Critic on the ... 09010 9 J. ^ ( RECAP ) 252 311 565 ..JAMES PAYN .. 254 JUL 227915371186 SUBJECT . AUTHOR . PAGE " Her Cuckoo " .
... French and English Pictures .. French Play in London , The .. George Eliot as a Godless Writer . Hearth , The Critic on the ... 09010 9 J. ^ ( RECAP ) 252 311 565 ..JAMES PAYN .. 254 JUL 227915371186 SUBJECT . AUTHOR . PAGE " Her Cuckoo " .
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... French proverb is true , at least for women : Aimer , c'est de souffrir . ' " " Ah , but you don't understand , Dick . You can't understand it until you are where I am . Love is the one divine mystery in life . For Love's sake ...
... French proverb is true , at least for women : Aimer , c'est de souffrir . ' " " Ah , but you don't understand , Dick . You can't understand it until you are where I am . Love is the one divine mystery in life . For Love's sake ...
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... French woman said that the one thing that consoled her for having been born a woman was , that she wouldn't be expected to marry one . So it may be , at the end of four years , that I shall despise my own sex as bitterly as did Arthur ...
... French woman said that the one thing that consoled her for having been born a woman was , that she wouldn't be expected to marry one . So it may be , at the end of four years , that I shall despise my own sex as bitterly as did Arthur ...
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... French politesse that I have imbibed in these three and a half years . " And I , " laughingly commented Ricarda to her father- " and I will move like a goddess with her feet on clouds and her head among the stars . I will only deign ...
... French politesse that I have imbibed in these three and a half years . " And I , " laughingly commented Ricarda to her father- " and I will move like a goddess with her feet on clouds and her head among the stars . I will only deign ...
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... French sound in your Parisian ears ? And I , Uncle Dick , tell me quick - have I changed ? " and , as- suming an air of grave dignity , she retreated a few steps and made him a courtesy that would have been an honor even to Fanny Kemble ...
... French sound in your Parisian ears ? And I , Uncle Dick , tell me quick - have I changed ? " and , as- suming an air of grave dignity , she retreated a few steps and made him a courtesy that would have been an honor even to Fanny Kemble ...
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