Baron Leo Von Oberg, M.D.: A Story of Love UnspokenLoring, 1868 - 92 страници |
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... passion . Quite unexpectedly , however , he got up from his chair , and went towards the entrance of the arbor , looked fiercely about him for a few moments , - turning his cane like a mill - wheel in his convul- sively twitching ...
... passion . Quite unexpectedly , however , he got up from his chair , and went towards the entrance of the arbor , looked fiercely about him for a few moments , - turning his cane like a mill - wheel in his convul- sively twitching ...
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... passion of rage , which made a different man of me , yet left me sufficient presence of mind to moderate the words with which I vented my feel- ings . " You will oblige me , madam , by in- forming Mr. Bernitz , your father , in case he ...
... passion of rage , which made a different man of me , yet left me sufficient presence of mind to moderate the words with which I vented my feel- ings . " You will oblige me , madam , by in- forming Mr. Bernitz , your father , in case he ...
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... passion ! Before saying farewell to the kind read- er , who has patiently followed the events of my troubled life , I beg to be permitted LESLIE TYRRELL . BY GEORGIANA M. CRAIK , AUTHOR OF BARON LEO VON OBERG , M.D. 16 91.
... passion ! Before saying farewell to the kind read- er , who has patiently followed the events of my troubled life , I beg to be permitted LESLIE TYRRELL . BY GEORGIANA M. CRAIK , AUTHOR OF BARON LEO VON OBERG , M.D. 16 91.
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... passions . I have an excellent practice . The quiet life at Oberg was insupportable to me ; and since I happen to be a physi- cian , and have the power of securing , and sometimes even saving , a human life from I danger , it would have ...
... passions . I have an excellent practice . The quiet life at Oberg was insupportable to me ; and since I happen to be a physi- cian , and have the power of securing , and sometimes even saving , a human life from I danger , it would have ...
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... passion in me , then ? " she asked , instantly . " I have seen enough of you to be able to conceive that the passion would come , if it was needed . " " And you think that a terrible fault in a woman ? But , no , ” she added , quickly ...
... passion in me , then ? " she asked , instantly . " I have seen enough of you to be able to conceive that the passion would come , if it was needed . " " And you think that a terrible fault in a woman ? But , no , ” she added , quickly ...
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