London Society, Том 2James Hogg, Florence Marryat William Clowes and Sons, 1862 |
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... look out at a sea of dim an April grey roofs , restless weathercocks , and puffing chimneys ; but such a sight surely is not sufficient to specially rouse the enthusiasm of four tired roisterers , who have been chasing the dark night ...
... look out at a sea of dim an April grey roofs , restless weathercocks , and puffing chimneys ; but such a sight surely is not sufficient to specially rouse the enthusiasm of four tired roisterers , who have been chasing the dark night ...
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... look ye here , Ephebi , as old Hartwig calls us , it is perfectly frightful the life Van Os is leading . However late I go to bed - and heaven knows that's late enough - or however early in the morning I look out before I turn in after ...
... look ye here , Ephebi , as old Hartwig calls us , it is perfectly frightful the life Van Os is leading . However late I go to bed - and heaven knows that's late enough - or however early in the morning I look out before I turn in after ...
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... looks like Greek , or compares volumes that almost break his old rascally back to lift . If Van Os trips but once to - morrow , woe be to him , for the professor's vanity is hurt : he knows that he will look small in the eyes of the ...
... looks like Greek , or compares volumes that almost break his old rascally back to lift . If Van Os trips but once to - morrow , woe be to him , for the professor's vanity is hurt : he knows that he will look small in the eyes of the ...
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... look scarcely meant to last , and indeed they pass so quickly that they make one sad lest they should not return ; but still once seen they are truly our very own . One seldom indeed may look again upon them , with their fresh , bright ...
... look scarcely meant to last , and indeed they pass so quickly that they make one sad lest they should not return ; but still once seen they are truly our very own . One seldom indeed may look again upon them , with their fresh , bright ...
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... look their whitest in it ; still , the chief charm of white flowers is in their unspotted fairness . Very light flowers , also , are apt to look either darker and less delicate by the strik- ing contrast , or , if very thin and fragile ...
... look their whitest in it ; still , the chief charm of white flowers is in their unspotted fairness . Very light flowers , also , are apt to look either darker and less delicate by the strik- ing contrast , or , if very thin and fragile ...
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