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Strana 194
Never . To fetch her fan , her gloves , her mask , nor nothing ? Never , my lord . That's strange . I durst , my lord , to wager she is honest , Lay down my soul at stake : if you think other , Remove your thought , -it doth abuse your ...
Never . To fetch her fan , her gloves , her mask , nor nothing ? Never , my lord . That's strange . I durst , my lord , to wager she is honest , Lay down my soul at stake : if you think other , Remove your thought , -it doth abuse your ...
Strana 231
Thou'lt come no more , Never , never , never , never , never ! - Pray you , undo this button : -thank you , sir.Do you see this ? Look on her , -- look , her lips ,Look there , look there ! - [ He dies . He faints !
Thou'lt come no more , Never , never , never , never , never ! - Pray you , undo this button : -thank you , sir.Do you see this ? Look on her , -- look , her lips ,Look there , look there ! - [ He dies . He faints !
Strana 345
“ I have often been in his company ( said Dr. Percy ) , and never heard him swear or talk bawdy . ” Mr. Davies who sat next to Dr. Percy , having after this had some conversation aside with him , made a discovery which , in his zeal to ...
“ I have often been in his company ( said Dr. Percy ) , and never heard him swear or talk bawdy . ” Mr. Davies who sat next to Dr. Percy , having after this had some conversation aside with him , made a discovery which , in his zeal to ...
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THE KINGSMILL ANTHOLOGIES BY HESKETH PEARSON | 18 |
WALTER PATER | 52 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 59 |
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