London Society, Volume 2James Hogg, Florence Marryat William Clowes and Sons, 1862 - English literature |
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... hand , I have traced my own character , and photographed , as it were , my own mind . Soon after the day of which I have spoken , the curtain fell for ever on the scene of the poor life , which , in its buoyant vivacity , had given me ...
... hand , I have traced my own character , and photographed , as it were , my own mind . Soon after the day of which I have spoken , the curtain fell for ever on the scene of the poor life , which , in its buoyant vivacity , had given me ...
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... hand to him , I added , with concentrated coldness and scorn , ' We part , Lord Thoriston -thank you for opening my eyes . ' Oh ! the bitterness of the humilia- tion which I experienced at this moment . Margaret's wrongs were revenged ...
... hand to him , I added , with concentrated coldness and scorn , ' We part , Lord Thoriston -thank you for opening my eyes . ' Oh ! the bitterness of the humilia- tion which I experienced at this moment . Margaret's wrongs were revenged ...
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... hand might be seen thrust out , and drop- ping a hat down upon the court- yard stones below . There has been a drinking party in those rooms , and that is the result of a scuffle between two of the most tipsy . At another window I see ...
... hand might be seen thrust out , and drop- ping a hat down upon the court- yard stones below . There has been a drinking party in those rooms , and that is the result of a scuffle between two of the most tipsy . At another window I see ...
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... hand on his table , and then adding another inch to the length of the caricature of Hock's nose . ' Well , as I was ... hands ; and my words to Mr. Vandergucht were these - or may I never drink beer again- " " Tis a hard life , " says I ...
... hand on his table , and then adding another inch to the length of the caricature of Hock's nose . ' Well , as I was ... hands ; and my words to Mr. Vandergucht were these - or may I never drink beer again- " " Tis a hard life , " says I ...
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... hand , are beyond all praise . He was rich - I may go as far as that he is so no longer ; that I may at least say without disclosing any secrets . Six months ago news came that his father had died in Java , leaving his property much in ...
... hand , are beyond all praise . He was rich - I may go as far as that he is so no longer ; that I may at least say without disclosing any secrets . Six months ago news came that his father had died in Java , leaving his property much in ...
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