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... Bianca , thou couldst be nothing else . " " And yet , " she said , shivering , " ' tis a name of ill - omen . " 66 ... Bianca ? " " I know of none , " she said . " If there be a God better than such I see in marble every day , he is too ...
... Bianca , thou couldst be nothing else . " " And yet , " she said , shivering , " ' tis a name of ill - omen . " 66 ... Bianca ? " " I know of none , " she said . " If there be a God better than such I see in marble every day , he is too ...
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... Bianca halted , and bade him farewell . " Farewell , then , " he said , sadly ; " when shall I see thee again ? " " That I know not , " she answered , carelessly . " But you have made a slight omission , Signor Filippo . We have talked ...
... Bianca halted , and bade him farewell . " Farewell , then , " he said , sadly ; " when shall I see thee again ? " " That I know not , " she answered , carelessly . " But you have made a slight omission , Signor Filippo . We have talked ...
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... Bianca , saying she was cramped and weary , begged that they should go out into the fresh evening air . As he had foreseen , a silence fell upon him then , although the time for speaking had arrived . " Sunset ! " said he , " how I have ...
... Bianca , saying she was cramped and weary , begged that they should go out into the fresh evening air . As he had foreseen , a silence fell upon him then , although the time for speaking had arrived . " Sunset ! " said he , " how I have ...
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... Bianca . I have not pained thee , sweet one ? what makes thee then so pale ? " " Thou didst not pain me , " she said , with a forced smile . " Tis an old malady , a pain in the side here , -near the heart . It does not long trouble me ...
... Bianca . I have not pained thee , sweet one ? what makes thee then so pale ? " " Thou didst not pain me , " she said , with a forced smile . " Tis an old malady , a pain in the side here , -near the heart . It does not long trouble me ...
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... Bianca's priceless love , his face had lost a little of its distress before the church , where she was to await him , appeared in sight . But when his eyes fell upon her , so true to her promise , watching by the porch there , shining ...
... Bianca's priceless love , his face had lost a little of its distress before the church , where she was to await him , appeared in sight . But when his eyes fell upon her , so true to her promise , watching by the porch there , shining ...
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Saint Pauls [afterw.] The Saint Pauls magazine, ed. by A. Trollope, 8 tomas Anthony Trollope Visos knygos peržiūra - 1871 |
Saint Pauls [afterw.] The Saint Pauls magazine, ed. by A. Trollope, 9 tomas Anthony Trollope Visos knygos peržiūra - 1871 |
Saint Pauls [afterw.] The Saint Pauls magazine, ed. by A. Trollope, 1 tomas Anthony Trollope Visos knygos peržiūra - 1868 |
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