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... beautiful Victor music , the Victrola plays it even better with an added sweetness and mellowness of tone that is absolute perfection . There is nothing else like the Victrola . It has no horn , but is complete in itself . All the parts ...
... beautiful Victor music , the Victrola plays it even better with an added sweetness and mellowness of tone that is absolute perfection . There is nothing else like the Victrola . It has no horn , but is complete in itself . All the parts ...
49 psl.
... beautiful Dolmabagiche Palace on the shore of the Bosphorus . Rechad has always been surrounded by a household composed of the Sultan's spies , and was not permitted to leave the palace grounds without the permission of his elder ...
... beautiful Dolmabagiche Palace on the shore of the Bosphorus . Rechad has always been surrounded by a household composed of the Sultan's spies , and was not permitted to leave the palace grounds without the permission of his elder ...
57 psl.
... beautiful building of which , in Central Park West , is now approaching completion . Mr. Conried was appointed by the founders the first general administrator of the New Theater . It will , we hope , carry on the traditions of the two ...
... beautiful building of which , in Central Park West , is now approaching completion . Mr. Conried was appointed by the founders the first general administrator of the New Theater . It will , we hope , carry on the traditions of the two ...
69 psl.
... beautiful . They also visit the Country of the Dead , very pathetically and tenderly described ; and eventually they find the Blue Bird and take it home . But no sooner have they housed it than it flies away . Unimaginative and literal ...
... beautiful . They also visit the Country of the Dead , very pathetically and tenderly described ; and eventually they find the Blue Bird and take it home . But no sooner have they housed it than it flies away . Unimaginative and literal ...
72 psl.
... beautiful undergrowth in the forest , such as dogwood , mountain laurel , serviceberry , or the delicate - leaved hornbeam , is generally considered of practically no value , because it is not destined to form a part of the mature ...
... beautiful undergrowth in the forest , such as dogwood , mountain laurel , serviceberry , or the delicate - leaved hornbeam , is generally considered of practically no value , because it is not destined to form a part of the mature ...
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