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... ( says my author ) to assemble round the glowing hearth with their cheerful neighbours , and then in the spicy wassell - bowl ( which testifies the goodness of their hearts ) drowned every former animosity — an ex- ample worthy modern ...
... ( says my author ) to assemble round the glowing hearth with their cheerful neighbours , and then in the spicy wassell - bowl ( which testifies the goodness of their hearts ) drowned every former animosity — an ex- ample worthy modern ...
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... says : Down Jack ! down to the ground you must go- Oh O ! what's this I've done ? I've killed my brother Jack , my father's only son ! Call upon the doctor . Enter Doctor ( saying ) Here comes in the best doctor that ever Scotland bred ...
... says : Down Jack ! down to the ground you must go- Oh O ! what's this I've done ? I've killed my brother Jack , my father's only son ! Call upon the doctor . Enter Doctor ( saying ) Here comes in the best doctor that ever Scotland bred ...
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... say it's about every thing ; but that you know is no answer - is it ? I want something more than that . When I tell ' em so , and that I'm so much en- gaged I haven't time to read , they say the book is as useful to people engaged in ...
... say it's about every thing ; but that you know is no answer - is it ? I want something more than that . When I tell ' em so , and that I'm so much en- gaged I haven't time to read , they say the book is as useful to people engaged in ...
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... says and does , telling him however that he is a great sea - fellow , and was always wild ever since he was a hop - o ' - my - thumb no higher than the window - locker . He tells his mother she would be a duchess in Paranaboo ; at which ...
... says and does , telling him however that he is a great sea - fellow , and was always wild ever since he was a hop - o ' - my - thumb no higher than the window - locker . He tells his mother she would be a duchess in Paranaboo ; at which ...
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... says , that sixty years ago upwards of eighty stages stopped every day at the Red Lion , and that out of every five ... say unto you , for that is the first word of your oath - mind that ! You must acknow- ledge me to be your adopted ...
... says , that sixty years ago upwards of eighty stages stopped every day at the Red Lion , and that out of every five ... say unto you , for that is the first word of your oath - mind that ! You must acknow- ledge me to be your adopted ...
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