Baron Leo Von Oberg, M.D.: A Story of Love UnspokenLoring, 1868 - 92 страници |
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... knew so well and so adroitly how to engage the attention of all , that Uncle Zachary never once thought of reprimanding him until the very last moment , when Albert had to leave again . Sometimes the incessant censures of the two aunts ...
... knew so well and so adroitly how to engage the attention of all , that Uncle Zachary never once thought of reprimanding him until the very last moment , when Albert had to leave again . Sometimes the incessant censures of the two aunts ...
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... knew but too well that my poor Hildegard , alas ! was possessed of one sad palladium , which would protect her against all temptations of a similar nature . --- had run through his whole fortune ; per- haps he had even to reproach ...
... knew but too well that my poor Hildegard , alas ! was possessed of one sad palladium , which would protect her against all temptations of a similar nature . --- had run through his whole fortune ; per- haps he had even to reproach ...
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... knew I was suffering the most fearful agony , and quietly stayed at home ? " 46 Yes , madam , I knew it ; but I also knew that you would heartily approve of my conduct . " 66 - " You speak in riddles , doctor , and - Madam , first of ...
... knew I was suffering the most fearful agony , and quietly stayed at home ? " 46 Yes , madam , I knew it ; but I also knew that you would heartily approve of my conduct . " 66 - " You speak in riddles , doctor , and - Madam , first of ...
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... knew my father better than any- every thought . " body else , would you dare to assert that my heart is wrong , in calling such an union one accursed by my father ? No - it can never- never be ! " - Hildegard , I cannot do not ask it ...
... knew my father better than any- every thought . " body else , would you dare to assert that my heart is wrong , in calling such an union one accursed by my father ? No - it can never- never be ! " - Hildegard , I cannot do not ask it ...
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... knew about it . The first re- sult thereof was , that Dr. Holtei received me far more cordially than ever before ; the second , that I learned a great many things at the Brunnen , which had been pur- posely kept from me before . It is ...
... knew about it . The first re- sult thereof was , that Dr. Holtei received me far more cordially than ever before ; the second , that I learned a great many things at the Brunnen , which had been pur- posely kept from me before . It is ...
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