Every Saturday: A Journal of Choice Reading, Том 1Ticknor and Fields., 1866 |
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... look for from young people . We wait for it till " old experience doth attain to somewhat of prophetic strain , " and the Tupperides scarcely venture as yet with their father's courage into the world of abstract truth . Yet there are ...
... look for from young people . We wait for it till " old experience doth attain to somewhat of prophetic strain , " and the Tupperides scarcely venture as yet with their father's courage into the world of abstract truth . Yet there are ...
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... look for the captain , but he did not . He said , - • " Can you kindly inform me , sir , if the stewardess is drunk ... look round and see who of our acquaint- ances were there , to take much notice of him ; but when we were settled , my ...
... look for the captain , but he did not . He said , - • " Can you kindly inform me , sir , if the stewardess is drunk ... look round and see who of our acquaint- ances were there , to take much notice of him ; but when we were settled , my ...
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... look , to us on the quarter - deck , like the ghost of a ship driving through a sea of pitch . Our good skipper had been talking to our Brown Passenger , Hatterton , and they both seemed dis- satisfied with something . I heard the ...
... look , to us on the quarter - deck , like the ghost of a ship driving through a sea of pitch . Our good skipper had been talking to our Brown Passenger , Hatterton , and they both seemed dis- satisfied with something . I heard the ...
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... look at my neighbor , hoping that , her mind more at ease , she might catch the infection of their drowsi- She did when I did venture to look at her she was asleep . Her hat lay on her knee ; her head was leant back in the angle of the ...
... look at my neighbor , hoping that , her mind more at ease , she might catch the infection of their drowsi- She did when I did venture to look at her she was asleep . Her hat lay on her knee ; her head was leant back in the angle of the ...
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... look at her dreamily , like the eyes of one who dozes off to sleep . The light faded ; the dusk gathered ; we did not stir , believing that he slept . By and by through the gloom , the near hush and the distant noise of the great city ...
... look at her dreamily , like the eyes of one who dozes off to sleep . The light faded ; the dusk gathered ; we did not stir , believing that he slept . By and by through the gloom , the near hush and the distant noise of the great city ...
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