Married or single? Author's ed, Том 553 |
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... sweet reliance ; —and a little further down in the file , conjugal dissatisfactions , bicker- ings , and disappointments ; and perchance the history , from year to year , of a happy married love , tried and made stronger by trial ...
... sweet reliance ; —and a little further down in the file , conjugal dissatisfactions , bicker- ings , and disappointments ; and perchance the history , from year to year , of a happy married love , tried and made stronger by trial ...
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... sweet nature it was the pleasure of cheering - the little divinity loved the statue it shone upon . But read me something out of her letters . I remember a certain grandeur about her , a grand silence . I wonder if she says anything of ...
... sweet nature it was the pleasure of cheering - the little divinity loved the statue it shone upon . But read me something out of her letters . I remember a certain grandeur about her , a grand silence . I wonder if she says anything of ...
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... sweet patience . He not only never spoke a rebuke or remonstrance , but whenever he spoke to me his voice was mellowed with compassion , and often I met his eye moistened with extreme tenderness . One day I had returned in a state of ...
... sweet patience . He not only never spoke a rebuke or remonstrance , but whenever he spoke to me his voice was mellowed with compassion , and often I met his eye moistened with extreme tenderness . One day I had returned in a state of ...
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... sweet radiant eye anxiously on Walter . ' You were trifling , my son , ' he said : ' it is all badinage . ' " No , pardon me , my dear father , I am in earnest . But as my Fanny is not the grand - daughter of the tallow- chandler , but ...
... sweet radiant eye anxiously on Walter . ' You were trifling , my son , ' he said : ' it is all badinage . ' " No , pardon me , my dear father , I am in earnest . But as my Fanny is not the grand - daughter of the tallow- chandler , but ...
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... am sure I shall love you - and we shall be such friends , both married ladies - what a sweet blanket you are embroidering ! I will come again to - morrow to see your baby - I am so fond of babies 18 MARRIED OR SINGLE ?
... am sure I shall love you - and we shall be such friends , both married ladies - what a sweet blanket you are embroidering ! I will come again to - morrow to see your baby - I am so fond of babies 18 MARRIED OR SINGLE ?
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Alice Alice's Anne Carlton answer Archibald Lisle Archy arms asked Augusta Aunt Beau beautiful brother called charming cheek child Clifford colour Copley's dear Grace dear little door Eleanor Esterly Esterly's exclaimed face father feel felt flowers Frank FREDERIKA BREMER girl give Grace Herbert hand happy head hear heard heart honour hope Horace Copley hour husband idlesse Jessie kind kissed knew letter Letty Letty's lips Lisle's live look ma'am Madam Copley mamma Mapleton marriage married Martha Max Clifford Miss Adeline Miss Clapp Miss Herbert morning mother nature never pale paused poor Potiphar pretty replied seemed sigh sister smile speak sure sweet talk Tallis Tallis's tears tell there's thing thought told tone took turned Uncle Walter violets voice Walter Herbert wife woman women word young lady
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