Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 165W. Blackwood & Sons, 1899 |
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... stand comparison with most men . April has ever seemed to me the finest season of the year even in our cold northern alti- tudes , and the memory of many bright Aprils had brought me up from the South on the night before to Allerfoot ...
... stand comparison with most men . April has ever seemed to me the finest season of the year even in our cold northern alti- tudes , and the memory of many bright Aprils had brought me up from the South on the night before to Allerfoot ...
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... stand at attention to be shot who brought them powder and at , or pace to and fro with fire - water for barter . But when disciplined precision . They were those flying expeditions began anywhere or everywhere : they to cross the ...
... stand at attention to be shot who brought them powder and at , or pace to and fro with fire - water for barter . But when disciplined precision . They were those flying expeditions began anywhere or everywhere : they to cross the ...
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... stand still to gape . He minced to right , he minced to left , he minced in and out of the five positions , and then with eyes ecstatically closed , he would seize his violin , and play the homely air of " Nora Creina , " as he chasséed ...
... stand still to gape . He minced to right , he minced to left , he minced in and out of the five positions , and then with eyes ecstatically closed , he would seize his violin , and play the homely air of " Nora Creina , " as he chasséed ...
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... stand with his back to us , playing away at his violin , while we chasséed and croiséd and heaven knows what else- 66 Now , my senses are so acutely alive to the impropriety of a false step , young ladies , that even with my back turned ...
... stand with his back to us , playing away at his violin , while we chasséed and croiséd and heaven knows what else- 66 Now , my senses are so acutely alive to the impropriety of a false step , young ladies , that even with my back turned ...
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... stand that there was not much to choose between his jerky waxwork steps and the heavy stamp of his partner . She at least was true to nature and moved as she looked , an honest cow - like creature , whom you were at liberty not to ...
... stand that there was not much to choose between his jerky waxwork steps and the heavy stamp of his partner . She at least was true to nature and moved as she looked , an honest cow - like creature , whom you were at liberty not to ...
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