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... as to the roads being dark , the down express always late , and so on . " I hate this sort of thing . Kept wait- ing for dinner , the soup cold , the fish VOL . I. B spoiled , and people coming in unwashed and unkempt -
... as to the roads being dark , the down express always late , and so on . " I hate this sort of thing . Kept wait- ing for dinner , the soup cold , the fish VOL . I. B spoiled , and people coming in unwashed and unkempt -
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... dark , cold nights , with a suspicion of frost , are neither good for man nor beast . " " There they are ! " exclaimed the lady , as the sound of approaching wheels struck upon the ear . Mr. Hamilton never allowed members of his family ...
... dark , cold nights , with a suspicion of frost , are neither good for man nor beast . " " There they are ! " exclaimed the lady , as the sound of approaching wheels struck upon the ear . Mr. Hamilton never allowed members of his family ...
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... dark on the plat- form , you know , " she said apologetically , " and it seemed so funny to sit driving side by side with a stranger , and only to be able to guess what he was like by his voice ; but you are not a bit like your voice ...
... dark on the plat- form , you know , " she said apologetically , " and it seemed so funny to sit driving side by side with a stranger , and only to be able to guess what he was like by his voice ; but you are not a bit like your voice ...
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... hair , whether naturally or artificially , has the same dark hue ; her features are thick and coarse ; her lips unnaturally red ; her large figure without grace or elegance ; and her shoulders bare but for BERRYLANDS . I I.
... hair , whether naturally or artificially , has the same dark hue ; her features are thick and coarse ; her lips unnaturally red ; her large figure without grace or elegance ; and her shoulders bare but for BERRYLANDS . I I.
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... dark , the down express always late , and so on . " I hate this sort of thing . Kept wait- ing for dinner , the soup cold , the fish VOL . I. B spoiled , and people coming in unwashed and unkempt - BERRYLANDS CONTENTS VOL I CHAPTER I.
... dark , the down express always late , and so on . " I hate this sort of thing . Kept wait- ing for dinner , the soup cold , the fish VOL . I. B spoiled , and people coming in unwashed and unkempt - BERRYLANDS CONTENTS VOL I CHAPTER I.
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Adlershorst admired amused asked ball beautiful Berrylands better blushed bright brow Captain Dobree Captain Hugh Caroline chair chance CHAPTER charm cheeks companion cotillon cousin cried Lesbia Dalrymple's dance daugh daughter dear Dear Ella delight Dobree's door Ella's engaged exclaimed Lesbia eyes face father feel felt Frank Hamilton friends gaiety gaze gentle girl glad gone Grand Duchess Grand Duke Groschen Groschenheim guardian hair Hamil hand happy hear heart heir presumptive horse husband kissed knew lady laughed leave Lesbia Lesley looked looking-glass mamma marriage marry mean mind Miss Dobree Miss Lesley Monkshill mother nature never night nursed perhaps pleasure poor Prince Philip Reichsthaler replied rymple Scarsdale Scarsdale's seemed smiled Stephen Dalrymple Stockton sure sweet talk tell thing thought told tone turned Tyrol uncle voice waiting watching whilst wife wife's wish woman young
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