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It would seem to a sharp observer , ” I went on , musingly , but with a quick eye furtively watching the bishop , " that she were not the real daughter of our late and beloved prince . " A frightened look came over his face .
It would seem to a sharp observer , ” I went on , musingly , but with a quick eye furtively watching the bishop , " that she were not the real daughter of our late and beloved prince . " A frightened look came over his face .
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He was a fine appearing man , but I hated him the moment my eyes fixed his . They were blue and steely and my gaze fell before them ; while something in me shrank from him , and I felt my physical defects as I never had before .
He was a fine appearing man , but I hated him the moment my eyes fixed his . They were blue and steely and my gaze fell before them ; while something in me shrank from him , and I felt my physical defects as I never had before .
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The girl stood looking questioningly and despairingly at the prince , whose flashing blue eyes glanced from me to the approaching noble# 1 man , and back again . I smiled at him May 1905 ] Journal of a Mediaeval Diplomat . 291.
The girl stood looking questioningly and despairingly at the prince , whose flashing blue eyes glanced from me to the approaching noble# 1 man , and back again . I smiled at him May 1905 ] Journal of a Mediaeval Diplomat . 291.
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The calm depth of thine eyes , Thy young breast's fall and rise , The music of thy sighs , -Heart of my heart , come hither— Are like a sweet - toned mass , Or summer winds that pass , Soft - sighing through the grass , Fair Love of ...
The calm depth of thine eyes , Thy young breast's fall and rise , The music of thy sighs , -Heart of my heart , come hither— Are like a sweet - toned mass , Or summer winds that pass , Soft - sighing through the grass , Fair Love of ...
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The Tartar smiled and opened his eyes . What was this river ? The Volga ? What terrible things dreams are , and yet , his only happiness ! Snow began to fall . Behind the willows the barge was grating on the slimy shore .
The Tartar smiled and opened his eyes . What was this river ? The Volga ? What terrible things dreams are , and yet , his only happiness ! Snow began to fall . Behind the willows the barge was grating on the slimy shore .
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