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Maria . First part : - - I HEY were the sweetest notes I ever heard ; and I instantly
let down the foreglass to hear them more distinctly - - ' Tis Maria , said the
postillion , observing I was listening - - Poor Maria . , continued he , ( leaning his
body on ...
Maria . First part : - - I HEY were the sweetest notes I ever heard ; and I instantly
let down the foreglass to hear them more distinctly - - ' Tis Maria , said the
postillion , observing I was listening - - Poor Maria . , continued he , ( leaning his
body on ...
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The postillion delivered this with so much discretion - and natural eloquence ,
that I could not help decyphering something in his face above his condition , and
should have sifted out his history , had not poor Maria taken such full possession
of ...
The postillion delivered this with so much discretion - and natural eloquence ,
that I could not help decyphering something in his face above his condition , and
should have sifted out his history , had not poor Maria taken such full possession
of ...
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I looked in Maria ' s eyes , and saw she was thinking more of her father tban of
her lover or her little goat ; for as she uttered them , the tears trickled down her
cheeks . I sat down close by her , and Maria let me wipe them away as they fell
with ...
I looked in Maria ' s eyes , and saw she was thinking more of her father tban of
her lover or her little goat ; for as she uttered them , the tears trickled down her
cheeks . I sat down close by her , and Maria let me wipe them away as they fell
with ...
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flinty roads of Savoy without shoes : how she had borne it , and how she had got
supported , she could not tell - - but God tempers the wind , said Maria , to the
shorn lamb . Shorn indeed , and to the quick , said I ' : and wast thou in my own ...
flinty roads of Savoy without shoes : how she had borne it , and how she had got
supported , she could not tell - - but God tempers the wind , said Maria , to the
shorn lamb . Shorn indeed , and to the quick , said I ' : and wast thou in my own ...
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Maria , though not tall , was nevertheless of the first order of fine forms - - affliction
had touched her looks with something that was scarce earthly - - still she was
feminine : and so much was there about her of all that the heart wishes , or the
eye ...
Maria , though not tall , was nevertheless of the first order of fine forms - - affliction
had touched her looks with something that was scarce earthly - - still she was
feminine : and so much was there about her of all that the heart wishes , or the
eye ...
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action anger appear better cause common consider death desire earth equal fair fall father fear feel follow fool fortune give gods grace hand happy hath head hear heart Heav'n honour hope hour human kind king labour laws leave less light live look lord manner Maria means mind nature never night o'er observed once pain pass passion peace perfection person pleasing pleasure poor praise present proper reason rest round rule sense serve shew soon soul sound speak spirit stand sure tears tell thee thing thou thought thro true truth turn virtue voice whole wisdom wise wish young youth
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