Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 107 tomasHenry Mills Alden, Thomas Bucklin Wells, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman Harper's Magazine Company, 1903 Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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... once in a while , after that , Pierre was allowed to visit Yvonne , who , very sweet and lovable , talked shyly with him , while the gentle Sister sat near by , knit- ting silently and thinking of the past ; and once in a while Pierre ...
... once in a while , after that , Pierre was allowed to visit Yvonne , who , very sweet and lovable , talked shyly with him , while the gentle Sister sat near by , knit- ting silently and thinking of the past ; and once in a while Pierre ...
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... once in a while , when after some taunting word to Pierre , to which , as a private in the ranks , he could not reply , Lieutenant Lebrun would smile and look up triumphantly at Yvonne , far above him , leaning over the long stone wall ...
... once in a while , when after some taunting word to Pierre , to which , as a private in the ranks , he could not reply , Lieutenant Lebrun would smile and look up triumphantly at Yvonne , far above him , leaning over the long stone wall ...
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... once there was no one and nothing requiring attention ; that it was not necessary for me either to get a cooking - stove out of pawn or a husband out of the penitentiary ; that there had not been any new difficulty either at the ...
... once there was no one and nothing requiring attention ; that it was not necessary for me either to get a cooking - stove out of pawn or a husband out of the penitentiary ; that there had not been any new difficulty either at the ...
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... once keenly felt , will cease not at intervals through all his life to echo at once as a remembrance and a challenge . His outlook upon the world tending to be provincial and inelastic , his conversation suffers from a lack of ideas ...
... once keenly felt , will cease not at intervals through all his life to echo at once as a remembrance and a challenge . His outlook upon the world tending to be provincial and inelastic , his conversation suffers from a lack of ideas ...
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... once . You may go now . " Little Mrs. Clinton dropped into an- other chair , and , her tiny face flushed , her gray eyes burning like coals , began to talk to him . With affectionate amuse- ment he listened a minute - two minutes . Then ...
... once . You may go now . " Little Mrs. Clinton dropped into an- other chair , and , her tiny face flushed , her gray eyes burning like coals , began to talk to him . With affectionate amuse- ment he listened a minute - two minutes . Then ...
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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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