Phemie Keller, by F.G. Trafford, 1 tomas |
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Aggland Allan Water ANNE OF AUSTRIA asked Captain Stondon barrister beauty Beef tea better Captain Ston Chapel Street child church Conbyr Cumberland Cumberland hills dark desired dreams Duncan earth eyes face farmer father feel felt flowers forget gentleman girl Grassenfel grew hair hand happy head hear heard heart heather heaven Helbeck Helen Hill Farm hope husband keep knew lady leave listen live looked lover manse marriage married Marshlands matter Miss Keller Montague Stondon mountains never old manse once passed path pause Peggy M'Nab Phemie Keller Phemie's poor pretty rain remarked remember replied Roundwood seemed side sing sorrow spoke Strammer Tarn strange stranger sure sweet talk tears tell thing thought told took turned uncle vanity voice walked weary wife wish woman wonder Worton young
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