Emilia Wyndham, Volume 2H. Colburn, 1846 |
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... Lisa , flew into her arms , and covered her pale face with her affectionate kisses . It was a wintry day , and the beautiful being was all muffled up in the most delicate furs , and satins , and velvets . I don't know how , but she was ...
... Lisa , flew into her arms , and covered her pale face with her affectionate kisses . It was a wintry day , and the beautiful being was all muffled up in the most delicate furs , and satins , and velvets . I don't know how , but she was ...
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... on her shoulder . When the first emotions at this meeting had subsided , they sat down together in the large arm - chair , Lisa's arm hanging fondly round Emilia's neck , and they began to talk together EMILIA WYNDHAM . 245.
... on her shoulder . When the first emotions at this meeting had subsided , they sat down together in the large arm - chair , Lisa's arm hanging fondly round Emilia's neck , and they began to talk together EMILIA WYNDHAM . 245.
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... Lisa ! to come to me so soon ! " she said , stooping down , and kissing her forehead again ; " I did not think you would have come down to Haldimands till Christmas . " " Oh ! " began Lisa , impetuously , " it was the most gracious ...
... Lisa ! to come to me so soon ! " she said , stooping down , and kissing her forehead again ; " I did not think you would have come down to Haldimands till Christmas . " " Oh ! " began Lisa , impetuously , " it was the most gracious ...
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... Lisa , " muttered Emilia , bending down to the averted head , you know I never wish you to do wrong , even to come to me in my distress . My love , you should not ; but how was it- " 66 Oh , it's not very bad neither ; you know mamma is ...
... Lisa , " muttered Emilia , bending down to the averted head , you know I never wish you to do wrong , even to come to me in my distress . My love , you should not ; but how was it- " 66 Oh , it's not very bad neither ; you know mamma is ...
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... Lisa ! " said Emilia . " Well , I do beg your pardon , Emilia- well , where was I ? Oh ! so I went to papa- you know he's a dear , old , foolish , good- natured , pompous , puffy papa - and so I threw my pretty arms , just this way ...
... Lisa ! " said Emilia . " Well , I do beg your pardon , Emilia- well , where was I ? Oh ! so I went to papa- you know he's a dear , old , foolish , good- natured , pompous , puffy papa - and so I threw my pretty arms , just this way ...
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