The Professor at the Breakfast-table: With the Story of IrisTicknor and Fields, 1860 - 410 psl. |
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... youth , whose sport they spoil , do not like to touch them , and especially to tread on them , unless they happen to have shoes on , to cover the thick white soles of their broad black feet . When , therefore , I heard the young ...
... youth , whose sport they spoil , do not like to touch them , and especially to tread on them , unless they happen to have shoes on , to cover the thick white soles of their broad black feet . When , therefore , I heard the young ...
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... youth of tender age and limited pugilistic knowledge , when they show how they would punish an adversary , themselves protected by this rotating guard , -the middle knuckle , mean- time , thumb - supported , fiercely prominent , death ...
... youth of tender age and limited pugilistic knowledge , when they show how they would punish an adversary , themselves protected by this rotating guard , -the middle knuckle , mean- time , thumb - supported , fiercely prominent , death ...
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... youth of whose name and history I have as yet learned nothing . Next the further left - hand corner , near the lower end of the table , sits the deformed per- son . The chair at his side , occupying that corner , is empty . I need not ...
... youth of whose name and history I have as yet learned nothing . Next the further left - hand corner , near the lower end of the table , sits the deformed per- son . The chair at his side , occupying that corner , is empty . I need not ...
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... good English dictionary , —said that fresh- looking youth whom I have mentioned as sitting at the right upper corner of the table . I turned and looked him full in the face , THE PROFESSOR AT THE BREAKFAST - TABLE . 55.
... good English dictionary , —said that fresh- looking youth whom I have mentioned as sitting at the right upper corner of the table . I turned and looked him full in the face , THE PROFESSOR AT THE BREAKFAST - TABLE . 55.
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... youth's voice , I said , and his look when I came to observe him a little more closely . His complexion had something bet- ter than the bloom and freshness which had first attracted me ; - it had that diffused tone which is a sure index ...
... youth's voice , I said , and his look when I came to observe him a little more closely . His complexion had something bet- ter than the bloom and freshness which had first attracted me ; - it had that diffused tone which is a sure index ...
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The Professor at the Breakfast-table– With the Story of Iris Oliver Wendell Holmes Visos knygos peržiūra - 1860 |
The Professor at the Breakfast-table– With the Story of Iris Oliver Wendell Holmes Visos knygos peržiūra - 1860 |
The Professor at the Breakfast-table– With the Story of Iris Oliver Wendell Holmes Visos knygos peržiūra - 1860 |
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