Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 107 tomasHenry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells Harper's Magazine Company, 1903 Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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... cried Mrs. Stone , sharply , and without looking at him . " They belong to Cornelia . I'm go- ing to stop there going home . " " I'll take the purple , " said the cus- tomer , holding out her hand . " Here's your money , Mis ' Stone ...
... cried Mrs. Stone , sharply , and without looking at him . " They belong to Cornelia . I'm go- ing to stop there going home . " " I'll take the purple , " said the cus- tomer , holding out her hand . " Here's your money , Mis ' Stone ...
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... cried the old woman . " I've been expecting you , " said Cor- nelia . She came forward and took the beribboned package out of Mrs. Stone's hands . " Open it , Cornelia . " The middle - aged woman undid the brown paper , and put her nose ...
... cried the old woman . " I've been expecting you , " said Cor- nelia . She came forward and took the beribboned package out of Mrs. Stone's hands . " Open it , Cornelia . " The middle - aged woman undid the brown paper , and put her nose ...
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... cried , and then looked at the men in the cabin . Ogilvie leaned on the back of his chair watching her . Lindsay stared beyond her and took a step tow- ards the doorway . " Is Miss Minor there ? " he asked . " Not at all . I thought I ...
... cried , and then looked at the men in the cabin . Ogilvie leaned on the back of his chair watching her . Lindsay stared beyond her and took a step tow- ards the doorway . " Is Miss Minor there ? " he asked . " Not at all . I thought I ...
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... cried , as I kiss- ed the hem of thy blue robe , starred with white cities . There are who approach Italy by other portals , but these be the true gates of heaven , these purple peaks snow- flashing as they touch the stainless sky ...
... cried , as I kiss- ed the hem of thy blue robe , starred with white cities . There are who approach Italy by other portals , but these be the true gates of heaven , these purple peaks snow- flashing as they touch the stainless sky ...
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... cried anathema on idols became itself an idol , swathed in purple , adorned with golden bells , and borne round like a Madonna for reverent kisses . At the base of the intellectual mountain flourishes rank and gorgeous vegetation , a ...
... cried anathema on idols became itself an idol , swathed in purple , adorned with golden bells , and borne round like a Madonna for reverent kisses . At the base of the intellectual mountain flourishes rank and gorgeous vegetation , a ...
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 62 tomas Henry Mills Alden,Frederick Lewis Allen,Lee Foster Hartman,Thomas Bucklin Wells Visos knygos peržiūra - 1881 |
Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 36 tomas Henry Mills Alden,Frederick Lewis Allen,Lee Foster Hartman,Thomas Bucklin Wells Visos knygos peržiūra - 1868 |
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