Highland Lassies: Or, The Roua PassSmith, Elder and Company, 1862 - 316 страници |
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... wish the keepers , my lo- sir , I beg your pardon . " " See if Sandy Mac Tavish is in the gillies ' shed , and send Ralph here with the answer . " With a stately bow the valet turned to a shelf which ran along the passage wall , took ...
... wish the keepers , my lo- sir , I beg your pardon . " " See if Sandy Mac Tavish is in the gillies ' shed , and send Ralph here with the answer . " With a stately bow the valet turned to a shelf which ran along the passage wall , took ...
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... wishes you to call him at four o'clock to - morrow morning : -you and he are to stalk Stronichie . " Sandy gave a sly grin , and hung down his head . CHAPTER III . EWEN MACKENZIE . Man kinder at the festive board , Man braver with the ...
... wishes you to call him at four o'clock to - morrow morning : -you and he are to stalk Stronichie . " Sandy gave a sly grin , and hung down his head . CHAPTER III . EWEN MACKENZIE . Man kinder at the festive board , Man braver with the ...
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... wish Normal would come , " cried Ishbel , " that we might make some of our excursions . Have you ever seen our cousin Normal , Mr. Marchmoram ? " " " No ; is he one of the clan ? " " Oh no ! He is our nineteenth or twentieth cousin . He ...
... wish Normal would come , " cried Ishbel , " that we might make some of our excursions . Have you ever seen our cousin Normal , Mr. Marchmoram ? " " " No ; is he one of the clan ? " " Oh no ! He is our nineteenth or twentieth cousin . He ...
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... wish to see things altered in that respect . Very well , papa , we will go on the 25th , if the day is fine . " On the morning of the 25th the sun shone bright as could be wished , while a slight breeze came rippling from the west- the ...
... wish to see things altered in that respect . Very well , papa , we will go on the 25th , if the day is fine . " On the morning of the 25th the sun shone bright as could be wished , while a slight breeze came rippling from the west- the ...
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... wish . " " We thank them for bringing you here to - day , " Auber replied , stroking her pony's head , " What pretty names have you invented for them ? " “ Mine is Suil - a - pronounced Zala : it means ' beautiful eyes , ' in Gaelic ...
... wish . " " We thank them for bringing you here to - day , " Auber replied , stroking her pony's head , " What pretty names have you invented for them ? " “ Mine is Suil - a - pronounced Zala : it means ' beautiful eyes , ' in Gaelic ...
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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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