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... father , Mr. Merivale , our vicar , lives in that pretty gabled house near the church , which you must have passed on your way here . He is kind enough to say that he hopes he may often see you there , as his children will be nice ...
... father , Mr. Merivale , our vicar , lives in that pretty gabled house near the church , which you must have passed on your way here . He is kind enough to say that he hopes he may often see you there , as his children will be nice ...
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... father sailed for Africa a week ago ? " said Mr. Branscombe , as he stood by the fire sip- ping the glass of port wine which his wife had poured out for him . " A week to - day , " said Brian sadly ; adding , after a pause , " when do ...
... father sailed for Africa a week ago ? " said Mr. Branscombe , as he stood by the fire sip- ping the glass of port wine which his wife had poured out for him . " A week to - day , " said Brian sadly ; adding , after a pause , " when do ...
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... father smiling . " Oh , papa , what was only fun to the boys , was death to the frogs , you know , " she answered with a would - be dolorous shake of the head . " A saucy comparison , little Miss , " said Mr. Merivale , " since it seems ...
... father smiling . " Oh , papa , what was only fun to the boys , was death to the frogs , you know , " she answered with a would - be dolorous shake of the head . " A saucy comparison , little Miss , " said Mr. Merivale , " since it seems ...
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... father allows you to rush about the wood , dressed in this way " He does not forbid it , Mr. Carstone , " said Sibyl , blushing a little through her paint , and speaking in a soft sweet little voice strangely at variance with her ...
... father allows you to rush about the wood , dressed in this way " He does not forbid it , Mr. Carstone , " said Sibyl , blushing a little through her paint , and speaking in a soft sweet little voice strangely at variance with her ...
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... father's shoulder , when she had finished , was burning with blushes - blushes which deepened in crimson beneath his reproof . Brian wished to go in with her , and take his share , ( the lion's share he meant it to be ) of the blame ...
... father's shoulder , when she had finished , was burning with blushes - blushes which deepened in crimson beneath his reproof . Brian wished to go in with her , and take his share , ( the lion's share he meant it to be ) of the blame ...
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Page 68 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.