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For auld lang syne , my dear , For auld lang syne ; We'll tak a cup o ' kindness yet , For auld lang syne . We two hae run about the braes , And pu't the gowans fine ; But we've wandered mony a weary foot Sin ' auld lang syne .
For auld lang syne , my dear , For auld lang syne ; We'll tak a cup o ' kindness yet , For auld lang syne . We two hae run about the braes , And pu't the gowans fine ; But we've wandered mony a weary foot Sin ' auld lang syne .
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“ Yes , dear . " " It isn't a south wind . " “ Lor ' , dear . ” " It's a sou ' - east . I won't have Georgina taken out to - day . ( Georgina is one of the first Mrs. Namby's family , and they are all weak in the chest . ) ...
“ Yes , dear . " " It isn't a south wind . " “ Lor ' , dear . ” " It's a sou ' - east . I won't have Georgina taken out to - day . ( Georgina is one of the first Mrs. Namby's family , and they are all weak in the chest . ) ...
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It is really impossible , my dear , " she said , rising from her chair , “ to continue any conversation while that very intolerable person persists in talking to his family from his front garden . Nol I really cannot go on - I cannot ...
It is really impossible , my dear , " she said , rising from her chair , “ to continue any conversation while that very intolerable person persists in talking to his family from his front garden . Nol I really cannot go on - I cannot ...
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000PER JAMES FENIMORE 273 | 4 |
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