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... my dear Carolina , You that I have not much of what you term " idle time . " You forget that I have the fuperintendence of a little family ; and that , in being 1 an eldest fifter , I have all the cares B 3 an [ 5 ] ought, during his ...
... my dear Carolina , You that I have not much of what you term " idle time . " You forget that I have the fuperintendence of a little family ; and that , in being 1 an eldest fifter , I have all the cares B 3 an [ 5 ] ought, during his ...
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... my dear Carolina , that I had a thousand compliments to deliver to you ; for a ball without you , would , you know , neceffarily excite much enquiry . Indeed the beaux were very inquifitive . When I told them , that you was hid in the ...
... my dear Carolina , that I had a thousand compliments to deliver to you ; for a ball without you , would , you know , neceffarily excite much enquiry . Indeed the beaux were very inquifitive . When I told them , that you was hid in the ...
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... my dear Carolina , for the inftruction and amusement of your friend . C 2 LET . LETTER VI . I CANNOT but laugh , though I [ 19 ]
... my dear Carolina , for the inftruction and amusement of your friend . C 2 LET . LETTER VI . I CANNOT but laugh , though I [ 19 ]
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... my dear Caro- lina , poor Therefa W. whom you have often heard me mention with tenderness , as another Carolina , calls on me to clofe her dying eyes . Melancholy errand ! -but ' tis the voice of friendship : As if an angel fpoke , I ...
... my dear Caro- lina , poor Therefa W. whom you have often heard me mention with tenderness , as another Carolina , calls on me to clofe her dying eyes . Melancholy errand ! -but ' tis the voice of friendship : As if an angel fpoke , I ...
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sir Walter James James. dear girl ! I come , as a dove to its wounded mate - O , that I could bear " healing in my wings ! " - Adieu , my Carolina ! -In your prayers remember poor Theresa , the friend of your Charlotte . LETTER VIII . JR ...
sir Walter James James. dear girl ! I come , as a dove to its wounded mate - O , that I could bear " healing in my wings ! " - Adieu , my Carolina ! -In your prayers remember poor Theresa , the friend of your Charlotte . LETTER VIII . JR ...
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abfence accompliſhment Adieu againſt Albert almoſt aſked becauſe bert beſt bleffing bofom buſineſs cauſe Charlotte Charlotte's charms converfation dear Carolina dear Charlotte dear girl deareſt defire deftitute diftrefs diſcovered diſeaſe Engliſh eſteem exiſtence eyes faid fame father feel feemed fentiments Ferdinand fhades fhall fhould fighs firſt fituation fmiling fociety fome fometimes foon footh forrow fpirits friendſhip fubject fuch fufferings fuppofe fure fweet happineſs happy harpsichord heart heaven Henry himſelf hope laft letter laſt lotte lover melancholy ment mifery mind moft moſt mufe mufic muft muſt myſelf never obferved Offian ourſelves paffing paffion paſs paſt peace Petrarch philofophic pity pleaſures prefence reafon reaſon refa replied reſemble ſaid ſay ſcenes ſee ſeems ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſteps ſtory taſte tears thee Therefa theſe thing thofe thoſe thou thouſand tion vaglia vifit Walheim Werter whilft whofe whoſe wiſh yourſelf
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