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... stay there , " returned George significantly . " No fear of that , " said the other with a gay laugh . Another grasp of the hand completed the parting , the ostler snatched the clothes from the horses backs ; the coachman smacked his ...
... stay there , " returned George significantly . " No fear of that , " said the other with a gay laugh . Another grasp of the hand completed the parting , the ostler snatched the clothes from the horses backs ; the coachman smacked his ...
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... where she is engaged to stay the summer ; and the face of nature is so attractive here , that I have had ample occupation in admiring the beautiful scenery . " " Are you fond of the picturesque or the sublime MORTIMER DELMAR . 19.
... where she is engaged to stay the summer ; and the face of nature is so attractive here , that I have had ample occupation in admiring the beautiful scenery . " " Are you fond of the picturesque or the sublime MORTIMER DELMAR . 19.
Side 21
... " " Yes , he was to start on Friday last , George , and intended crossing yesterday , which plan was most likely effected , as the wind was favourable . " " How long does he propose staying ? " " MORTIMER DELMAR . 21.
... " " Yes , he was to start on Friday last , George , and intended crossing yesterday , which plan was most likely effected , as the wind was favourable . " " How long does he propose staying ? " " MORTIMER DELMAR . 21.
Side 22
Mortimer Delmar (fict.name.) " How long does he propose staying ? " " Five or six months , at least , for he is one of those Irish proprietors who think it incumbent upon them to spend a certain portion of the year upon their property ...
Mortimer Delmar (fict.name.) " How long does he propose staying ? " " Five or six months , at least , for he is one of those Irish proprietors who think it incumbent upon them to spend a certain portion of the year upon their property ...
Side 30
... stay with my aunt . " " Oh ! there is room for all , " said Delmar , I need not take my servant . What time shall I order the phaeton ? Two o'clock ? " " Yes , " answered George , " that is the time we generally go out . Come along ...
... stay with my aunt . " " Oh ! there is room for all , " said Delmar , I need not take my servant . What time shall I order the phaeton ? Two o'clock ? " " Yes , " answered George , " that is the time we generally go out . Come along ...
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Mortimer Delmar; and Highfield Tower, by the Author of 'Conrad Blessington' Mortimer Delmar (fict Name ) Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2019 |
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acquaintance affection alarmed Algernon answered appeared arrival baronet Beatrice beautiful believe Beresford better Brookside brother Captain Captain Beresford carriage castle Charles cheek child companion countenance cousin Dalston dear delight distress door Earl Egerton Ellen endeavoured eyes fancy father favour fear feelings felt Frederic girl Grosvenor Place Hamilton hand Hannah happy Hargrave Harry Harry Beresford heard heart heaven Highfield hope Horace hour husband Jessy kind knew Lady Clara Lady Heron laughing leave look Lord Fitz Eustace Lord Stracy Lordship Lorrimer Margaret Maria Mary ment mind minutes Miss Bentham Miss Murray morning MORTIMER DELMAR Mortimer's mother never pain perhaps phaeton pleasure rector rejoined replied returned scarcely silence Sinclair Sir George sister smile soon sorrow spoke Stracy's sure tears tell thing thought tion told tone Trefoil Tulk turned Vernon voice walk wife wish words young
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