Scribner's Magazine ..., Volumen20C. Scribner's sons, 1896 |
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Página 45
... replied Tommy , sourly . " Ay , to be good's the great thing , " Corp growled ; " but , Tommy , could we no hae just one michty blatter , me- thinks , to end up wi ' ? " This , of course , could not be , and Saturday forenoon found ...
... replied Tommy , sourly . " Ay , to be good's the great thing , " Corp growled ; " but , Tommy , could we no hae just one michty blatter , me- thinks , to end up wi ' ? " This , of course , could not be , and Saturday forenoon found ...
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... replied Tommy , stoutly . " Did she send you here ? " " No ; I came mysel ' . " " To protect her ? ' There was the irony in it that so puts up a boy's dander . " Dinna think , " said Tommy , hotly , " that I'm fleid at you , though I ...
... replied Tommy , stoutly . " Did she send you here ? " " No ; I came mysel ' . " " To protect her ? ' There was the irony in it that so puts up a boy's dander . " Dinna think , " said Tommy , hotly , " that I'm fleid at you , though I ...
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... replied , loftily , and before she had re- covered from this he was stalking Mr. McLean in the cemetery . Miss Kitty sleeps in a beautiful hol- low called the Basin , but the stone put up to her memory hardly marks the spot now , for ...
... replied , loftily , and before she had re- covered from this he was stalking Mr. McLean in the cemetery . Miss Kitty sleeps in a beautiful hol- low called the Basin , but the stone put up to her memory hardly marks the spot now , for ...
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... replied , grandly , " Thou little kennest wha you're speaking to , my gentle jade . " He gave a curious hitch to his breeches , but it only puzzled her . " I wear gallowses no more , " he explained , lifting his waistcoat to show that ...
... replied , grandly , " Thou little kennest wha you're speaking to , my gentle jade . " He gave a curious hitch to his breeches , but it only puzzled her . " I wear gallowses no more , " he explained , lifting his waistcoat to show that ...
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... replied the ruddy Pretender , “ to defy you , ay , proud Sandys , to challenge thee to the deed thou pratest of . I go from here to my Lair . Follow me , if thou darest ! " He brought his hand down with a bang upon the barrel , laughed ...
... replied the ruddy Pretender , “ to defy you , ay , proud Sandys , to challenge thee to the deed thou pratest of . I go from here to my Lair . Follow me , if thou darest ! " He brought his hand down with a bang upon the barrel , laughed ...
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Página 23 - Where the heart is, there the muses, there the gods sojourn, and not in any geography of fame. Massachusetts, Connecticut River and Boston Bay you think paltry places, and the ear loves names of foreign and classic topography. But here we are ; and, if we will tarry a little, we may come to learn that here is best. See to it only that thyself is here...
Página 158 - LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.
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