Once a WeekEneas Sweetland Dallas Bradbury and Evans., 1870 |
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Página 159
... César Negretti , who stood between the four tables , lightly attired as garçon , in neat black jean jacket and white . apron , might well yawn . He was as handsome , this man , as the Greek Faun ; and had as merry and as wicked a grin ...
... César Negretti , who stood between the four tables , lightly attired as garçon , in neat black jean jacket and white . apron , might well yawn . He was as handsome , this man , as the Greek Faun ; and had as merry and as wicked a grin ...
Página 160
... César's smile died down . But , melancholy or merry , this handsome face still peered towards the door as if awaiting guests . The thick , crisp hair curled over a high and narrow forehead ; the face , shaped into a sharp angle , ended ...
... César's smile died down . But , melancholy or merry , this handsome face still peered towards the door as if awaiting guests . The thick , crisp hair curled over a high and narrow forehead ; the face , shaped into a sharp angle , ended ...
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... César , his dark eyes flashing with an ugly look , " to come here , and to meet you . " " Poor thing , " said Brownjohn , taking the kitten out of his pocket as tenderly as if it were a china ornament . " Why , she's a happy little ...
... César , his dark eyes flashing with an ugly look , " to come here , and to meet you . " " Poor thing , " said Brownjohn , taking the kitten out of his pocket as tenderly as if it were a china ornament . " Why , she's a happy little ...
Página 162
... César , with an unction that almost might be called extreme unction . " You are going in for a parson , you are . Well , directed my steps - I s'pose Provi- dence and luck are the same - to this little crib and to you . And , perhaps ...
... César , with an unction that almost might be called extreme unction . " You are going in for a parson , you are . Well , directed my steps - I s'pose Provi- dence and luck are the same - to this little crib and to you . And , perhaps ...
Página 163
... César's face grew lumi- nous and proudly conscious . As Brownjohn painted the sturdy sailor , with his earrings , his sunburnt face , his blouse , and his foreign accent in speaking of " Madame Marton , " the idea was so fully received ...
... César's face grew lumi- nous and proudly conscious . As Brownjohn painted the sturdy sailor , with his earrings , his sunburnt face , his blouse , and his foreign accent in speaking of " Madame Marton , " the idea was so fully received ...
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