Hard by, a flesher on a block had laid his whittle down, Virginius caught the whittle up, and hid it in his gown. And then his eyes grew very dim, and his throat began to swell, And in a hoarse, changed voice he spake, " Farewell, sweet child ! Farewell... The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the Year ... - Página 2231847Visualização completa - Sobre este livro
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