The London readers. First (-Sixth) reader1878 |
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... Jack . 48 Bear - hunting . 156 Death of Little Nell 54 Little Dombey's Death- A Strange Friend ( Part I. ) 60 bed 164 A Strange Friend ( Part II . ) The Tiger The Foundering of 66 Hunting Kangaroos in 71 • Queensland 168 • the Curious ...
... Jack . 48 Bear - hunting . 156 Death of Little Nell 54 Little Dombey's Death- A Strange Friend ( Part I. ) 60 bed 164 A Strange Friend ( Part II . ) The Tiger The Foundering of 66 Hunting Kangaroos in 71 • Queensland 168 • the Curious ...
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... Jack - in - the - box . hugged her treasure close . Effie " You will soon be too big for dolls , dear , " said her mother ; " suppose you give it to the poor little girl who is crying so . ” " But it's my own , " said Effie . " Do as ...
... Jack - in - the - box . hugged her treasure close . Effie " You will soon be too big for dolls , dear , " said her mother ; " suppose you give it to the poor little girl who is crying so . ” " But it's my own , " said Effie . " Do as ...
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... existence . De - mol ' - ish - ed , broken or bent so as to render useless . Mu ' - til - a - ted , torn , cut . Par ' - ox - ysm , a fit , or rage , or passion . JACK . I MUST give you a short memoir of FOURTH READER . 47.
... existence . De - mol ' - ish - ed , broken or bent so as to render useless . Mu ' - til - a - ted , torn , cut . Par ' - ox - ysm , a fit , or rage , or passion . JACK . I MUST give you a short memoir of FOURTH READER . 47.
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London readers. JACK . I MUST give you a short memoir of " Jack , " who was not at all handsome , but who was the most clever and sensible animal I ever knew , as well as the most hard - working . I made dear old Jack's acquaintance out ...
London readers. JACK . I MUST give you a short memoir of " Jack , " who was not at all handsome , but who was the most clever and sensible animal I ever knew , as well as the most hard - working . I made dear old Jack's acquaintance out ...
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... Jack's exterior was clumsy and rather of the plough - horse kind , but then he could go like " Eclipse " on an ... Jack would calmly munch his oats as if he had not been a mile away from home , and look as fresh as a daisy next morning ...
... Jack's exterior was clumsy and rather of the plough - horse kind , but then he could go like " Eclipse " on an ... Jack would calmly munch his oats as if he had not been a mile away from home , and look as fresh as a daisy next morning ...
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