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... play , he stole along with all the self- concentration of a young monk . ' These habits and feelings were awakened and cherished in him by pecu- liar circumstances : he had been born and bred in the Inner Temple ; and his parents ...
... play , he stole along with all the self- concentration of a young monk . ' These habits and feelings were awakened and cherished in him by pecu- liar circumstances : he had been born and bred in the Inner Temple ; and his parents ...
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... play one freak more , throw you into London , or some spot near it , and there snugify you for life . " These appeals , it may well be believed , were not made in vain to one who delighted in the lavish communication of the riches of ...
... play one freak more , throw you into London , or some spot near it , and there snugify you for life . " These appeals , it may well be believed , were not made in vain to one who delighted in the lavish communication of the riches of ...
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... playing cribbage : while Miss Lamb was worn down to a state of extreme nervous misery , by attention to needlework by day , and to her mother by night , until the insanity , which had been manifested more than once , broke out into ...
... playing cribbage : while Miss Lamb was worn down to a state of extreme nervous misery , by attention to needlework by day , and to her mother by night , until the insanity , which had been manifested more than once , broke out into ...
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... play - fellows being , literally , ' on the town , ' and some otherwise wretched . Two months , though passed by Lamb in anxiety and labour , but cheered by Miss Lamb's continued pos- session of reason , so far restored the tone of his ...
... play - fellows being , literally , ' on the town , ' and some otherwise wretched . Two months , though passed by Lamb in anxiety and labour , but cheered by Miss Lamb's continued pos- session of reason , so far restored the tone of his ...
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... him . little encouragement to adapt it to the frigid insipidi- ties of the time . " My tragedy , " says he in the first letter to Southey , which alludes to the play , " will be a medley ( or I intend it to be a 48 " JOHN WOODVIL . "
... him . little encouragement to adapt it to the frigid insipidi- ties of the time . " My tragedy , " says he in the first letter to Southey , which alludes to the play , " will be a medley ( or I intend it to be a 48 " JOHN WOODVIL . "
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