There was an expression in his eye that denoted any thing rather than composure of mind; and when he laid his hand upon the lock of the door to open it, a little observation might discover that there was an evident repugnance to what he was about. On... Tales of wonder, of humour, and of sentiment, by Anne and Annabella Plumptre - Page 110 by Anne Plumptre - 1818 Full view -
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