Baron Leo Von Oberg, M.D.: A Story of Love UnspokenLoring, 1868 - 92 страници |
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... Norah and I were lying in our own little boat , which was moored to the trunk of the old cherry - tree at the garden bank . She was sleeping . A dreamy feeling pervaded the very air ; the A tall , handsome woman of middle age , sun was ...
... Norah and I were lying in our own little boat , which was moored to the trunk of the old cherry - tree at the garden bank . She was sleeping . A dreamy feeling pervaded the very air ; the A tall , handsome woman of middle age , sun was ...
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... Norah , and was placed under the tutelage of the shepherd . Ewen reached his fifteenth year , he was a year older than Miss Norah , and Florh went in person a ride on one of the children's ponies , Ewen leading the bridle , all the way ...
... Norah , and was placed under the tutelage of the shepherd . Ewen reached his fifteenth year , he was a year older than Miss Norah , and Florh went in person a ride on one of the children's ponies , Ewen leading the bridle , all the way ...
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... Norah , Esmé , and Ishbel Mac Neil were seated in the drawing - room , wait- ing their father's return from his sheep valuation at Lochandhu . Norah was a tall girl of twenty , with a slight though handsome figure . A clear and vivid ...
... Norah , Esmé , and Ishbel Mac Neil were seated in the drawing - room , wait- ing their father's return from his sheep valuation at Lochandhu . Norah was a tall girl of twenty , with a slight though handsome figure . A clear and vivid ...
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... Norah , Norah ! who will come back with papa from Lochandhu to - day ? There will be old Borlagh , and Dr. Macconochie , and old Macpherson of Phee ; and they'll talk of ewes , and haggets , and wedders , and the dining - room will be ...
... Norah , Norah ! who will come back with papa from Lochandhu to - day ? There will be old Borlagh , and Dr. Macconochie , and old Macpherson of Phee ; and they'll talk of ewes , and haggets , and wedders , and the dining - room will be ...
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... Norah was talking of the crops to Bor - finding your smuggled store . " lagh , and listening to his details of the potato failure ; all of which he ascribed to the " new - fangled , outlandish guano and bone - dust schemes , ruinating ...
... Norah was talking of the crops to Bor - finding your smuggled store . " lagh , and listening to his details of the potato failure ; all of which he ascribed to the " new - fangled , outlandish guano and bone - dust schemes , ruinating ...
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