The British Drama: Illustrated, Том 1John Dicks, 1886 |
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... night ? I shall learn to detest him . Mrs. B. Not for the first fault . He never slept from me before . Char . Slept from you ! No , no , his nights have nothing to do with sleep . How has this one vice driven him from every virtue ...
... night ? I shall learn to detest him . Mrs. B. Not for the first fault . He never slept from me before . Char . Slept from you ! No , no , his nights have nothing to do with sleep . How has this one vice driven him from every virtue ...
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... night for it ; his home hap- pier ; his family dearer ; his enjoyments surer . The sun that rouses him in the morning , sets in the evening to release him . All situations have their comforts , if sweet contentment dwell in the heart ...
... night for it ; his home hap- pier ; his family dearer ; his enjoyments surer . The sun that rouses him in the morning , sets in the evening to release him . All situations have their comforts , if sweet contentment dwell in the heart ...
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... night of absence ; and , if ill thoughts intrude , as love is always doubtful , think of your worth and beauty , and drive them from your breast . Mrs. B. What thoughts ? I have no thoughts that wrong my husband . Stuk . Such thoughts ...
... night of absence ; and , if ill thoughts intrude , as love is always doubtful , think of your worth and beauty , and drive them from your breast . Mrs. B. What thoughts ? I have no thoughts that wrong my husband . Stuk . Such thoughts ...
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... night's rendezvous , waiting for me . Is Dawson with you ? Bates . Dressed like a nobleman , with money in his pocket , and a set of dice that shall deceive the devil . Stuk . That fellow has a head to undo a nation ; but , for the rest ...
... night's rendezvous , waiting for me . Is Dawson with you ? Bates . Dressed like a nobleman , with money in his pocket , and a set of dice that shall deceive the devil . Stuk . That fellow has a head to undo a nation ; but , for the rest ...
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... night ! I , who have loved her so , that every hour of absence seemed as a gap in life . But other bonds have held me . Oh , I have played the boy ; dropping my counters in the stream , and , reaching to redeem them , lost my- Belf ! 7 ...
... night ! I , who have loved her so , that every hour of absence seemed as a gap in life . But other bonds have held me . Oh , I have played the boy ; dropping my counters in the stream , and , reaching to redeem them , lost my- Belf ! 7 ...
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Acres Alice Alonzo art thou Baron Belvidera better Beverley bless brother Bruin Capt Char Charles child Constantia Cora Countess dare dear death devil Don Carlos Dornton dost Eger Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulk Faulkland fear fellow fortune Freelove gentleman give Glos Gold Goldfinch hand happy Harry Hast hear heard heart heaven Hodge honour hope Jenny Julia Kenric Lady F leave live look lord Lucy madam Malaprop marry master Milford Mirabel Miss H Mysis never night Nysa Oakly Old Mir Oriana Pier poor pray Rolla Saib SCENE servant shew Sir Anth Sir Lucius Sneak Sophia soul speak Steinfort Stra Stuk Sulky sure tears tell thee there's thing thou thought Tony villain Widow wife woman wretch young Zounds
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