The Water Babies: A Fairy Tale for a Land BabyMacmillan, 1899 - 310 páginas |
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... Grimes , the chimney - sweep , lived . Now , Mr. Grimes was Tom's own master , and Tom was a good man of business , and always civil to customers ; so he put the half - brick down quietly behind the wall , and proceeded to take orders ...
... Grimes , the chimney - sweep , lived . Now , Mr. Grimes was Tom's own master , and Tom was a good man of business , and always civil to customers ; so he put the half - brick down quietly behind the wall , and proceeded to take orders ...
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... Grimes and the collier - lads poached at times , on which occasions Tom saw pheasants , and wondered what they tasted like ; with a noble salmon- river , in which Mr. Grimes and his friends would have liked to poach ; but then they must ...
... Grimes and the collier - lads poached at times , on which occasions Tom saw pheasants , and wondered what they tasted like ; with a noble salmon- river , in which Mr. Grimes and his friends would have liked to poach ; but then they must ...
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... Grimes himself in fair fight , which very few folk round there could do , and which , my dear little boy , would not have been right for him to do , as a great many things are not which one both can do , and would like very much to do ...
... Grimes himself in fair fight , which very few folk round there could do , and which , my dear little boy , would not have been right for him to do , as a great many things are not which one both can do , and would like very much to do ...
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... Grimes rode the donkey in front , and Tom and the brushes walked behind ; out of the court , and up the street , past the closed window - shutters , and the winking weary police- men , and the roofs all shining gray in the gray dawn ...
... Grimes rode the donkey in front , and Tom and the brushes walked behind ; out of the court , and up the street , past the closed window - shutters , and the winking weary police- men , and the roofs all shining gray in the gray dawn ...
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... Grimes was a man of business , and would not have heard of that . Soon they came up with a poor Irishwoman , trudg ing along with a bundle at her back . She had a gray shawl over her head , and a crimson madder petticoat . so you may be ...
... Grimes was a man of business , and would not have heard of that . Soon they came up with a poor Irishwoman , trudg ing along with a bundle at her back . She had a gray shawl over her head , and a crimson madder petticoat . so you may be ...
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afraid asked babies backstairs beasts beautiful Bedonebyasyoudid began birch-rod birds bogies Carey's catch CHARLES KINGSLEY chimney chimney-sweep clean crag creatures cried crying dirty dovekies Epimetheus eyes fairy fancy fellow fish frightened grew Grimes Harthover head heard Hellebore hippopotamus hundred Julius Cæsar jumped knew lady laughed legs little boys little children little dear little Ellie live lobster looked ma'am MATTHEW ARNOLD mollys Mother Carey Mount Erebus mouth nasty naughty never night nose once Other-end-of-Nowhere otter Peacepool perhaps petrels poor little Pow-wow pretty professor right whales rocks round salmon seen Shiny Wall Sir John sleep stone strange stream stupid sure swam sweet tail tell things thought thunderbox told Tom longed Tom waited Tom's took trout truncheon turned ugly Vendale water-babies whale wings wonderful
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