Massenburg [by C.M. Caddell]. |
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... anxious feeling that it may be favourably received . Although the Tale may not abound with romantic incidents , yet it is believed it will be found to be a just picture of human nature , without those artificial colourings which give a.
... anxious feeling that it may be favourably received . Although the Tale may not abound with romantic incidents , yet it is believed it will be found to be a just picture of human nature , without those artificial colourings which give a.
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Cecilia Mary Caddell. human nature , without those artificial colourings which give a false appearance to an object , for the purpose of producing effect . On one point it may be allowed to speak decidedly - there is not an expres- sion ...
Cecilia Mary Caddell. human nature , without those artificial colourings which give a false appearance to an object , for the purpose of producing effect . On one point it may be allowed to speak decidedly - there is not an expres- sion ...
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... nature to her course . I cannot chide her , said he internally , these are nature's fresh and beautiful feelings , over which the blight has not yet passed . It will come soon enough . Why should I seek to hasten it . Yet disappointment ...
... nature to her course . I cannot chide her , said he internally , these are nature's fresh and beautiful feelings , over which the blight has not yet passed . It will come soon enough . Why should I seek to hasten it . Yet disappointment ...
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... nature in the heart ; and Mr. Massenburg felt his child inexpressibly dearer to him than he had imagined , while he clasped her to his breast ; and Eliza confessed it the richest moment of her life . A word of apology will often satisfy ...
... nature in the heart ; and Mr. Massenburg felt his child inexpressibly dearer to him than he had imagined , while he clasped her to his breast ; and Eliza confessed it the richest moment of her life . A word of apology will often satisfy ...
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... nature's bloom gave colour to her cheek : a sort of me- lancholy languor seemed to oppress her ; yet she frequently raised her eyes to her companion's face , and , with an enforced gaiety , addressed him , rallying her own spirits , and ...
... nature's bloom gave colour to her cheek : a sort of me- lancholy languor seemed to oppress her ; yet she frequently raised her eyes to her companion's face , and , with an enforced gaiety , addressed him , rallying her own spirits , and ...
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