Married or single? Author's ed, Том 553 |
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... Father Morris and Little Edward . 5. Aunt Mary and other Tales . 6. William and Mary ; and Florence . 8. The Labourers in the Vineyard . 9. The Story of Onesimus . 10. New Thoughts for the New Year . 11. The Conversion of St. Paul . 12 ...
... Father Morris and Little Edward . 5. Aunt Mary and other Tales . 6. William and Mary ; and Florence . 8. The Labourers in the Vineyard . 9. The Story of Onesimus . 10. New Thoughts for the New Year . 11. The Conversion of St. Paul . 12 ...
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... father's losses ? " said Grace . " Hand me another , hap- hazard , Eleanor . " She took a letter from Eleanor , and looking at the signature , read " Arabella Simpson . " " Oh ! that frightful , deaf old Mrs. Clary , that grand- mamma ...
... father's losses ? " said Grace . " Hand me another , hap- hazard , Eleanor . " She took a letter from Eleanor , and looking at the signature , read " Arabella Simpson . " " Oh ! that frightful , deaf old Mrs. Clary , that grand- mamma ...
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... father's single eye . One " Walter has just been in to congratulate me . can never tell whether Walter is in jest or earnest . ' Have a care , Sarah , ' he said ; ' hot love is soon cold . ' Ours will never be ; I am sure its present ...
... father's single eye . One " Walter has just been in to congratulate me . can never tell whether Walter is in jest or earnest . ' Have a care , Sarah , ' he said ; ' hot love is soon cold . ' Ours will never be ; I am sure its present ...
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... father - he spoke abusively of him to me . I could not stand that . My father had urged his going into business ; he remonstrated with him upon the danger of an idle life . But my baby is crying for me , and I must go , and cry with it ...
... father - he spoke abusively of him to me . I could not stand that . My father had urged his going into business ; he remonstrated with him upon the danger of an idle life . But my baby is crying for me , and I must go , and cry with it ...
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... father shares the sorrow with me , as he does the blame . He should have delayed the marriage -corrected my youth by ... father . I begged of him to effect an amicable separation , but my husband would listen to no terms , and will never ...
... father shares the sorrow with me , as he does the blame . He should have delayed the marriage -corrected my youth by ... father . I begged of him to effect an amicable separation , but my husband would listen to no terms , and will never ...
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