Emilia Wyndham, Volume 2H. Colburn, 1846 |
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... chambers , and never summon them forth to plead in public , or , indeed , to mingle much with men in general . There is , however , in this chamber- practice abundant exercise for the acutest intellect , and a vast experience of the ...
... chambers , and never summon them forth to plead in public , or , indeed , to mingle much with men in general . There is , however , in this chamber- practice abundant exercise for the acutest intellect , and a vast experience of the ...
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... chambers . He knew but one woman in- timately , and that was his own mother , with whom , in her house in Charlotte Street , Bed- ford Square , he regularly spent his Sundays when they were not employed in bringing up arrears of ...
... chambers . He knew but one woman in- timately , and that was his own mother , with whom , in her house in Charlotte Street , Bed- ford Square , he regularly spent his Sundays when they were not employed in bringing up arrears of ...
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... from his chambers , though it were merely to look upon the world . Of female society , as I have said , he knew nothing . The sort of electric effect which the apparition of Emilia , in all the bloom of EMILIA WYNDHAM . 45.
... from his chambers , though it were merely to look upon the world . Of female society , as I have said , he knew nothing . The sort of electric effect which the apparition of Emilia , in all the bloom of EMILIA WYNDHAM . 45.
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... there , shedding a sort of unseen influence over his feelings , and perfuming , if I may be allowed the expression , every secret chamber of his head and heart . CHAPTER III . But , hark ! the chiming clocks EMILIA WYNDHAM . 47.
... there , shedding a sort of unseen influence over his feelings , and perfuming , if I may be allowed the expression , every secret chamber of his head and heart . CHAPTER III . But , hark ! the chiming clocks EMILIA WYNDHAM . 47.
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... chamber of death arranged ; and then Emilia sat down by the bed - side to watch . In vain good Mrs. Simpson tried to prevail upon her to lie down and take some rest . That she felt to be utterly impossible . She dreaded to be alone ...
... chamber of death arranged ; and then Emilia sat down by the bed - side to watch . In vain good Mrs. Simpson tried to prevail upon her to lie down and take some rest . That she felt to be utterly impossible . She dreaded to be alone ...
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