Potter's American Monthly, 16–17 tomaiJ. E. Potter and Company, 1881 |
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... whole air seemed full of the moaning and lament- ing of the waves , broken by a sudden tinkling of rejoicing streams below , and the two stood speech- less with wonder and admiration . " How beautiful it is ! " at last exclaimed Rose ...
... whole air seemed full of the moaning and lament- ing of the waves , broken by a sudden tinkling of rejoicing streams below , and the two stood speech- less with wonder and admiration . " How beautiful it is ! " at last exclaimed Rose ...
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... whole face : " these roses , Christmas roses . " And he broke off a lovely spray , wet with the falling dew , and laid them in her hand . " By the way , " he continued , looking at her with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure , " do ...
... whole face : " these roses , Christmas roses . " And he broke off a lovely spray , wet with the falling dew , and laid them in her hand . " By the way , " he continued , looking at her with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure , " do ...
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... whole pavilion , it was plain , had gone alight like a box of matches , and now not only flamed sky - high to land and sea , but threatened with every moment to crumble and fall in about our ears . to dive , he ran straight forward out ...
... whole pavilion , it was plain , had gone alight like a box of matches , and now not only flamed sky - high to land and sea , but threatened with every moment to crumble and fall in about our ears . to dive , he ran straight forward out ...
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... whole . There is no beauty in a shelf full of flower - pots , which fill up the window and obstruct the light . The plants they contain are a perennial source of trial to the housewife . In summer they ought to be out - of - doors , and ...
... whole . There is no beauty in a shelf full of flower - pots , which fill up the window and obstruct the light . The plants they contain are a perennial source of trial to the housewife . In summer they ought to be out - of - doors , and ...
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... whole chapters of playful nonsense which gives a kind of infantile gold to their gray hair , and seems to put back the hand of time twenty years at least . That matrimonial surface of theirs is satin - soft , smooth as ivory all over ...
... whole chapters of playful nonsense which gives a kind of infantile gold to their gray hair , and seems to put back the hand of time twenty years at least . That matrimonial surface of theirs is satin - soft , smooth as ivory all over ...
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Potter's American Monthly– An Illustrated Magazine of History ..., 12–13 tomai Visos knygos peržiūra - 1879 |
Potter's American Monthly– An Illustrated Magazine of History ..., 10–11 tomai Visos knygos peržiūra - 1878 |
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