The Inheritance, Volume 3W. Blackwood, 1824 |
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... tell me at once that I have nothing to hope ; despair itself would be almost a blessing compared to this into- lerable agony of suspense . " " Ah ! Delmour , why should you be so unjust “ Ah ! to yourself and me as to talk thus - I have ...
... tell me at once that I have nothing to hope ; despair itself would be almost a blessing compared to this into- lerable agony of suspense . " " Ah ! Delmour , why should you be so unjust “ Ah ! to yourself and me as to talk thus - I have ...
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... tell me what has happened ; I see you have met with something . " 66 My dearest girl , I do assure you I have met with nothing . I have been rather on a wild- goose chace to be sure , trying to overtake my charge , the Countess there ...
... tell me what has happened ; I see you have met with something . " 66 My dearest girl , I do assure you I have met with nothing . I have been rather on a wild- goose chace to be sure , trying to overtake my charge , the Countess there ...
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... choose - at length , the woman prevailed over the wife , and the Major was allowed to be- take himself to his dressing - room , while the lady repaired to hers . CHAPTER III . Ah ! sure as Hindu legends tell 14 THE INHERITANCE .
... choose - at length , the woman prevailed over the wife , and the Major was allowed to be- take himself to his dressing - room , while the lady repaired to hers . CHAPTER III . Ah ! sure as Hindu legends tell 14 THE INHERITANCE .
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Susan Ferrier. CHAPTER III . Ah ! sure as Hindu legends tell , When Music's tones the bosom swell , The scenes of former life return , Ere sunk beneath the morning star , We leftour parent climes afar , Immured in mortal forms to mourn ...
Susan Ferrier. CHAPTER III . Ah ! sure as Hindu legends tell , When Music's tones the bosom swell , The scenes of former life return , Ere sunk beneath the morning star , We leftour parent climes afar , Immured in mortal forms to mourn ...
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... Tell me what it is you require of me , since all I have done and suffered for your sake is in- sufficient . " " All that I require of you , Gertrude , is , that you will not at least ask me to become the bosom- friend of one who , I ...
... Tell me what it is you require of me , since all I have done and suffered for your sake is in- sufficient . " " All that I require of you , Gertrude , is , that you will not at least ask me to become the bosom- friend of one who , I ...
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