The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson...Charles Scribner's sons, 1895 |
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Alick AMATEUR EMIGRANT American Arethusa artist asked Barbizon began Calistoga cañon Cernay Charles of Orleans Châtillon-sur-Loire Circassia colour Commissary companion dark deck Devonian emigrant English face Fair Isle fancy fellow-passengers followed Fontainebleau forest gentleman gone hand heard heart hills hour human Indian Jones Kelmar Lake County land lantern least live look Lough Foyle Mackay Maréchal-des-logis Mexican mind Monterey morning Mount Saint Helena mountain Napa Valley nature never night once painter passed passengers perhaps plain platform pleasant pleasure poor porridge round Rufe saloon scarce Schramberger Scots second cabin seemed seen ship sick side Silverado steerage stood story stowaway strange streets talk taste thing thought tion Toano told Toll House town train trees turn valley voice walk whole wind woods word young
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