The West of Scotland Magazine and Review, Том 1,Выпуск 1John Churchill, 1844 |
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... hills , this county , perhaps , peculiarly boasts . It is , indeed , a lovely hamlet , and still shows , uncorrupted by a devastating civilization , all the endearing characteristics of an English village , —the true home for the brave ...
... hills , this county , perhaps , peculiarly boasts . It is , indeed , a lovely hamlet , and still shows , uncorrupted by a devastating civilization , all the endearing characteristics of an English village , —the true home for the brave ...
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... Hill , yet is there much of truth oftentimes intermixed with his extreme , and , perhaps , occasionally irreverent eccentricity . He never minces his words , but bolts out just what he thinks , and this , in our eyes , is one of his ...
... Hill , yet is there much of truth oftentimes intermixed with his extreme , and , perhaps , occasionally irreverent eccentricity . He never minces his words , but bolts out just what he thinks , and this , in our eyes , is one of his ...
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... hill which leads from the village , you come in sight of the small but rather elegant house of the Earl of Endon , situated at a short distance from the high road , and approached by a modest but very tasteful entrance . This nobleman ...
... hill which leads from the village , you come in sight of the small but rather elegant house of the Earl of Endon , situated at a short distance from the high road , and approached by a modest but very tasteful entrance . This nobleman ...
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... Hill's parent nor guardian ? ' said Atterbury .- ' I stand in the place of both , ' replied the Duchess , and you shall hear the grounds on which I offer my interfe- rence . When Abigail Hill entered her Majesty's service she gave me ...
... Hill's parent nor guardian ? ' said Atterbury .- ' I stand in the place of both , ' replied the Duchess , and you shall hear the grounds on which I offer my interfe- rence . When Abigail Hill entered her Majesty's service she gave me ...
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sition ? Will he consent to unite himself to Miss Hill ? ' - ' I must take time to consider of it , ' replied the Marquis .- ' Consider ! ' cried the Duchess ; ' consider ! ' ' He may well do so , ' rejoined Masham . — The answer must ...
sition ? Will he consent to unite himself to Miss Hill ? ' - ' I must take time to consider of it , ' replied the Marquis .- ' Consider ! ' cried the Duchess ; ' consider ! ' ' He may well do so , ' rejoined Masham . — The answer must ...
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