Highland Lassies: Or, The Roua PassSmith, Elder and Company, 1862 - 316 страници |
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... Ishbel , Esmé's younger sister , and had nursed and tended Mrs. Mac Neil of Glenbenrough in her last illness . Huistan and Ewen , Esmé's foster - brothers , grew up as little gillies and retainers about the house ; they caught and ...
... Ishbel , Esmé's younger sister , and had nursed and tended Mrs. Mac Neil of Glenbenrough in her last illness . Huistan and Ewen , Esmé's foster - brothers , grew up as little gillies and retainers about the house ; they caught and ...
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... Ishbel Mac Neil were seated in the drawing- room , waiting 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 complexion gave ...
... Ishbel Mac Neil were seated in the drawing- room , waiting 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 complexion gave ...
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... Ishbel . " Esmé , Esmé , you guessed right , here they are all coming down the Roua Pass ; but there is another man with papa , and papa is pointing out the bridge and house to him : he is a stranger ! Esmé ran to the other window , and ...
... Ishbel . " Esmé , Esmé , you guessed right , here they are all coming down the Roua Pass ; but there is another man with papa , and papa is pointing out the bridge and house to him : he is a stranger ! Esmé ran to the other window , and ...
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... Ishbel keeping old Borlagh at arms ' length . Marchmo- ram had had a presentiment that his naiad of the day before might prove one of the Miss Mac Neils , and he had thought of it while shooting that day , and they on hearing his name ...
... Ishbel keeping old Borlagh at arms ' length . Marchmo- ram had had a presentiment that his naiad of the day before might prove one of the Miss Mac Neils , and he had thought of it while shooting that day , and they on hearing his name ...
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... Ishbel— “ do you know , Mr. Marchmoram , that Mr. Macpherson buried a barrel of smuggled whisky in his garden ten years ago , and when he went to dig out his treasure a week ago , he found it had evaporated only the skeleton of the ...
... Ishbel— “ do you know , Mr. Marchmoram , that Mr. Macpherson buried a barrel of smuggled whisky in his garden ten years ago , and when he went to dig out his treasure a week ago , he found it had evaporated only the skeleton of the ...
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