Highland Lassies: Or, The Roua PassSmith, Elder and Company, 1862 - 316 страници |
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... Ewen Mackenzie , " said Marchmoram , angrily . " Auber , no message can be given distinctly where , as you have seen before , affected blunders are permitted . " The valet gave a huffed bow . " Ewen Mackenzie , Thorold , " Auber ...
... Ewen Mackenzie , " said Marchmoram , angrily . " Auber , no message can be given distinctly where , as you have seen before , affected blunders are permitted . " The valet gave a huffed bow . " Ewen Mackenzie , Thorold , " Auber ...
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... Ewen Makenzie can swoom like a saulmon ; he'll no get but a good steep , " muttered the man sulkily . As he spoke , a ghastly face appeared above the ridge , and then the whole dripping figure of the youth ; he was panting and gasping ...
... Ewen Makenzie can swoom like a saulmon ; he'll no get but a good steep , " muttered the man sulkily . As he spoke , a ghastly face appeared above the ridge , and then the whole dripping figure of the youth ; he was panting and gasping ...
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... Ewen Mackenzie , you re- quire discipline . Now , shake hands , " turning towards the two . Hamish put out his hand stupidly . Ewen touched it with clenched fingers , and , giving Marchmoram a look of bitter defiance , cried in a shrill ...
... Ewen Mackenzie , you re- quire discipline . Now , shake hands , " turning towards the two . Hamish put out his hand stupidly . Ewen touched it with clenched fingers , and , giving Marchmoram a look of bitter defiance , cried in a shrill ...
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... Ewen strode on fast and faster . He followed the same route that Marchmoram took the day he walked to the post ; but he took cuts through the heather , avoided the beaten road , and entered his mother's shealing in shorter time than the ...
... Ewen strode on fast and faster . He followed the same route that Marchmoram took the day he walked to the post ; but he took cuts through the heather , avoided the beaten road , and entered his mother's shealing in shorter time than the ...
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... Ewen . Three years later , her husband , the crofter , died ; and a posthumous girl dying in its birth , Mrs. Mac Alastair recommended Florh to Glenbenrough ; where she nursed the little Esmé , second daughter of the laird , and where ...
... Ewen . Three years later , her husband , the crofter , died ; and a posthumous girl dying in its birth , Mrs. Mac Alastair recommended Florh to Glenbenrough ; where she nursed the little Esmé , second daughter of the laird , and where ...
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amongst Arduashien asked Auber bank beautiful beneath birch bog-myrtle bright brow Colonel Sternbotham colour cottage dance dark deer Donald Cameron door Dreumah Dual Ghu English Esmé and Ishbel Esmé's Ewen Mackenzie Ewen's exclaimed eyes face father feel fire Florh frae Gaelic gaze gillies girls Glenbenrough Gupini hair hand Harold head heard heart heather Highland hills Huistan Jeanie Cameron kilted knew Lady Ida Lady Mac Neil laird lassie laugh lips loch Lochandhu looked Marchmoram marriage Miss Christy Miss Esmé Miss Mac Neil morning never night Norah pale party Phee plaid pony replied river rock Roua Pass round sassenach seated Seatoune smile spoke stood Strathshielie strong tartan tell Thistlebank Thorold thought told turned valet voice walked weel whisky whispered wild window ye're young
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