The Gentleman's Magazine, Том 231Bradbury, Evans, 1871 |
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... stories they tell . Sometimes I think my poor wounded friends multiply their foes , as Falstaff did ; but it is long since I was bruised in the wars , and twenty years 4 The Gentleman's Magazine . -Strange, Eventful Histories.
... stories they tell . Sometimes I think my poor wounded friends multiply their foes , as Falstaff did ; but it is long since I was bruised in the wars , and twenty years 4 The Gentleman's Magazine . -Strange, Eventful Histories.
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... tell him this . He has been forced aside into the byway of life , and that is how he finds me out . I remember him when he was a bright curly - headed fellow , the pride of a fond mother , and the admiration of a host of pretty girls ...
... tell him this . He has been forced aside into the byway of life , and that is how he finds me out . I remember him when he was a bright curly - headed fellow , the pride of a fond mother , and the admiration of a host of pretty girls ...
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... tell each other at such times , how I had been hit , and what a fix I was in . ' Ten thousand ! ' he repeated to himself ; ' it is a heavy sum , but I think I can manage it for you . ' I hardly knew what to think of his remark . He ...
... tell each other at such times , how I had been hit , and what a fix I was in . ' Ten thousand ! ' he repeated to himself ; ' it is a heavy sum , but I think I can manage it for you . ' I hardly knew what to think of his remark . He ...
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... tell my wondering parishioners , with Young , that a God all mercy is a God unjust . I bid them prepare for the removal of their idol . I warn them that God is a jealous God . I urge them to strive against the passion and selfishness ...
... tell my wondering parishioners , with Young , that a God all mercy is a God unjust . I bid them prepare for the removal of their idol . I warn them that God is a jealous God . I urge them to strive against the passion and selfishness ...
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... tell me now and then what the Dean said . I have no recollection of my mother , who died when I was an infant . There is a grey tombstone in the churchyard , not far from the old house . I have seen my father look sad when we have ...
... tell me now and then what the Dean said . I have no recollection of my mother , who died when I was an infant . There is a grey tombstone in the churchyard , not far from the old house . I have seen my father look sad when we have ...
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