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Strana 152
God knows , my son , By what by - paths and indirect crook'd ways I met this crown ; and I myself know well How troublesome it sat upon my head : To thee it shall descend with better quiet , Better opinion , better confirmation ...
God knows , my son , By what by - paths and indirect crook'd ways I met this crown ; and I myself know well How troublesome it sat upon my head : To thee it shall descend with better quiet , Better opinion , better confirmation ...
Strana 354
I am hoping and I am praying that I may live better in the time to come , whether long or short , than I have yet lived , and in the solace of that hope endeavour to repose . Dear Queeney's day is next , I hope she at sixtyfour will ...
I am hoping and I am praying that I may live better in the time to come , whether long or short , than I have yet lived , and in the solace of that hope endeavour to repose . Dear Queeney's day is next , I hope she at sixtyfour will ...
Strana 595
When my mother is out of breath and rests herself in an elbow - chair , I watch her winding her bright curls round her fingers and straightening her waist , and nobody knows better than I do that she likes to look so well , and is proud ...
When my mother is out of breath and rests herself in an elbow - chair , I watch her winding her bright curls round her fingers and straightening her waist , and nobody knows better than I do that she likes to look so well , and is proud ...
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