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A was a merry man , -- took up the child : Yea , quoth he , dost thou fall upon thy face ? Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit ; Wilt thou not , Jule ? and , by my holidame , The pretty wench left crying , and said Ay : To ...
A was a merry man , -- took up the child : Yea , quoth he , dost thou fall upon thy face ? Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit ; Wilt thou not , Jule ? and , by my holidame , The pretty wench left crying , and said Ay : To ...
Strana 246
Sancho answered him , that it was nothing but a fall from a rock , whereby his ribs were somewhat bruised . The innkeeper had a wife of a different disposition from those of the like occupation ; for she was naturally charitable ...
Sancho answered him , that it was nothing but a fall from a rock , whereby his ribs were somewhat bruised . The innkeeper had a wife of a different disposition from those of the like occupation ; for she was naturally charitable ...
Strana 247
Sancho Panza ; but the fright I took at seeing my master fall has made my body so sore , that methinks I have received a thousand drubs . That may very well be , said the girl ; for I have often dreamed that I was falling down from some ...
Sancho Panza ; but the fright I took at seeing my master fall has made my body so sore , that methinks I have received a thousand drubs . That may very well be , said the girl ; for I have often dreamed that I was falling down from some ...
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THE KINGSMILL ANTHOLOGIES BY HESKETH PEARSON | 18 |
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