Spirit of the English Magazines, 11 tomasMunroe and Francis, 1822 |
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... replied to all this , in a tone too low and suppressed to be audible ; and the Scotchman answered again . " Lo , look , did ever eyes be- hold such a sight , all around us the sea is smooth as glass , and other ships pass by us under a ...
... replied to all this , in a tone too low and suppressed to be audible ; and the Scotchman answered again . " Lo , look , did ever eyes be- hold such a sight , all around us the sea is smooth as glass , and other ships pass by us under a ...
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... replied , " Every helpless widow is my wife , and her distressed orphans my children . " What adds greatly to his char- acter as a charitable man , is , that he per- formed all these works of beneficence , great and splendid as they are ...
... replied , " Every helpless widow is my wife , and her distressed orphans my children . " What adds greatly to his char- acter as a charitable man , is , that he per- formed all these works of beneficence , great and splendid as they are ...
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... replied the princess , " since you have cut off a precious shoot . " This indiscreet allusion cost her own life . Pliny tells us , that the ancient Ro- mans knew but one kind of lettuce , which was a black variety , that yielded a great ...
... replied the princess , " since you have cut off a precious shoot . " This indiscreet allusion cost her own life . Pliny tells us , that the ancient Ro- mans knew but one kind of lettuce , which was a black variety , that yielded a great ...
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... replied , " that if he was innocent he might trust to that ; and if he was otherwise , he could only pity him . " King Edward's Journal . - Pity indeed , if he really felt , it was all that he bestowed ; for it does not appear that he ...
... replied , " that if he was innocent he might trust to that ; and if he was otherwise , he could only pity him . " King Edward's Journal . - Pity indeed , if he really felt , it was all that he bestowed ; for it does not appear that he ...
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... replied , " Oh , tell her to come in ; there is no one here of whom she need be apprehensive . " The communication of which assurance quickly ushered into the room my new acquaintance Margaret Campbell . An old rusty black bonnet was ...
... replied , " Oh , tell her to come in ; there is no one here of whom she need be apprehensive . " The communication of which assurance quickly ushered into the room my new acquaintance Margaret Campbell . An old rusty black bonnet was ...
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