Passion and principleH.C. Carey and I. Lea, 1825 |
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... Welsted ; he was the orphan child of an old friend of Rodney's , who had died in distressed circumstances , and Rodney brought the boy home , and reared him as if he had been his own , even while he had a son himself . Surely it was not ...
... Welsted ; he was the orphan child of an old friend of Rodney's , who had died in distressed circumstances , and Rodney brought the boy home , and reared him as if he had been his own , even while he had a son himself . Surely it was not ...
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... Welsted were quite aware , and occa- sionally , when he was " off at score , " their eyes would meet , eyes will meet sometimes , and Fanny felt con- scious that she was doing wrong , and Welsted felt that he was occasionally very near ...
... Welsted were quite aware , and occa- sionally , when he was " off at score , " their eyes would meet , eyes will meet sometimes , and Fanny felt con- scious that she was doing wrong , and Welsted felt that he was occasionally very near ...
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... Welsted's eyes rested for a moment on Fanny's coun- tenance , but she saw not their expression . There was a mystery ... Welsted was first released from his scholastic duties ; for Mrs. Rod- ney was considered by all parties perfectly ...
... Welsted's eyes rested for a moment on Fanny's coun- tenance , but she saw not their expression . There was a mystery ... Welsted was first released from his scholastic duties ; for Mrs. Rod- ney was considered by all parties perfectly ...
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... Welsted , " said the affectionate girl , " what have I said to vex and agitate you thus ? " " You love me Fanny , " sobbed Welsted , " and you have owned it ! " Her cheek sank upon his shoulder , it was all too late to retreat - the ...
... Welsted , " said the affectionate girl , " what have I said to vex and agitate you thus ? " " You love me Fanny , " sobbed Welsted , " and you have owned it ! " Her cheek sank upon his shoulder , it was all too late to retreat - the ...
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... Welsted , - " adored ! wor- shipped ! No human being since earth has been created can have loved more fondly , -more tenderly than I do . Despise ! -Oh , Fanny ! " " Why then this dreadful agitation ? " said the san- guine girl . " The ...
... Welsted , - " adored ! wor- shipped ! No human being since earth has been created can have loved more fondly , -more tenderly than I do . Despise ! -Oh , Fanny ! " " Why then this dreadful agitation ? " said the san- guine girl . " The ...
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