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... dear mother ! Ah , yes ! yes ! —and she will never live , after the shame of knowing that I am put in prison ; didn't some one say , that I was going to jail ? —I going to jail ! " exclaimed Stephen , bursting into a passion of tears ...
... dear mother ! Ah , yes ! yes ! —and she will never live , after the shame of knowing that I am put in prison ; didn't some one say , that I was going to jail ? —I going to jail ! " exclaimed Stephen , bursting into a passion of tears ...
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... and then sobbed again , " how good you are to me ! but you forget that if my parents and sister come , they can't prove that I am innocent of that dreadful - shocking Oh dear ! oh dear ! THE YOUNG WANDERER'S CAVE . 25.
... and then sobbed again , " how good you are to me ! but you forget that if my parents and sister come , they can't prove that I am innocent of that dreadful - shocking Oh dear ! oh dear ! THE YOUNG WANDERER'S CAVE . 25.
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And Other Tales Isabella Jane Towers. that dreadful - shocking Oh dear ! oh dear ! that ever I should be taken up for I had Why , I never saw the poor gentleman ! plenty of money of my own ; and my father pro- mised me that he would buy ...
And Other Tales Isabella Jane Towers. that dreadful - shocking Oh dear ! oh dear ! that ever I should be taken up for I had Why , I never saw the poor gentleman ! plenty of money of my own ; and my father pro- mised me that he would buy ...
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... dear - good evening , " said he , running off with his three slices , as soon as he had given her the pin . She stood looking at him in childish wonder , when her mother's harsh voice called " Becky ! " from the farm door . " Yes ...
... dear - good evening , " said he , running off with his three slices , as soon as he had given her the pin . She stood looking at him in childish wonder , when her mother's harsh voice called " Becky ! " from the farm door . " Yes ...
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... dear girl ; -I can't stay to help you , I shall lose the tide if I do ; -I hope I shall be home again in a week or so . " The honest fellow heartily kissed his wife , and in ten minutes had pushed his stout vessel into the glass - like ...
... dear girl ; -I can't stay to help you , I shall lose the tide if I do ; -I hope I shall be home again in a week or so . " The honest fellow heartily kissed his wife , and in ten minutes had pushed his stout vessel into the glass - like ...
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Page 31 - ... the fastening. Bruin seemed, however, in no humour to make the experiment. Sore and worn out, he crawled into a corner and was soon fast asleep, resuming in his dreams some of his old avocations. He woke at daylight, and immediately rose to examine his prison. The door he sniffed at, but passed by; the window was at so great a height from the floor that he could not reach it upon tiptoe, but he remarked that a very delicious puff of fresh air came down an aperture originally used as a chimney....
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