Appletons' Journal, 7 tomasD. Appleton and Company, 1879 |
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... better , " said Stephen . 66 All this , however , " the old man went on , " is a preamble . I am now coming to the real business of the day . I asked you to call upon me because- " " I thought , " said Stephen , " you were going to ...
... better , " said Stephen . 66 All this , however , " the old man went on , " is a preamble . I am now coming to the real business of the day . I asked you to call upon me because- " " I thought , " said Stephen , " you were going to ...
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... better things . It was , in reality , only the lifting of the clouds for a brief moment . Stephen had never shown himself more kind- ly , more thoughtful , more sympathetic , than on this occasion . Alison wondered how they had all come ...
... better things . It was , in reality , only the lifting of the clouds for a brief moment . Stephen had never shown himself more kind- ly , more thoughtful , more sympathetic , than on this occasion . Alison wondered how they had all come ...
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... better to hold the educated classes in con- tinued political subjection . But it is ill fighting against the currents of the time . After some twenty years of apparent success of this crafty policy , political aspirations once more rise ...
... better to hold the educated classes in con- tinued political subjection . But it is ill fighting against the currents of the time . After some twenty years of apparent success of this crafty policy , political aspirations once more rise ...
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... better now it is criminal . Already it is difficult to sin on less than five thousand pounds a year . Soon millionaires will have the vicious passion all to themselves , like deer - stalking . The Saturday Review . 64 But how fared each ...
... better now it is criminal . Already it is difficult to sin on less than five thousand pounds a year . Soon millionaires will have the vicious passion all to themselves , like deer - stalking . The Saturday Review . 64 But how fared each ...
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... Better lack food than feast , a Dives in the - wain Or reign or train - of Charles ! " ( His language was not ours : ' Tis my belief , God spoke : no tinker has such powers . ) " Bread , only bread they bring - my laces : if we broke ...
... Better lack food than feast , a Dives in the - wain Or reign or train - of Charles ! " ( His language was not ours : ' Tis my belief , God spoke : no tinker has such powers . ) " Bread , only bread they bring - my laces : if we broke ...
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Alison appeared asked beauty become believe better Bonaparte brother brought called character comes course criticism death doubt effect English expression eyes face fact father feeling French give given Government half Hamblin hand head heard heart hold hope hour human hundred ideas interest Italy Jeanne kind Lady least less light live look Madame manner matter means mind Miss nature never night once passed perhaps person picture play poet poetry poor possible present question reason received Russian seems seen sense side speak stand Stephen taken tell thing thought tion took true truth turn whole wish woman write young
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