Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 98William Blackwood, 1865 - England |
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... better ; but I went through Political Economy , and learnt all about that ; -you don't think I choose it for the pleasure ? But you all know what is the ob- ject of my life , and I hope I am not one to shrink from my duty , " A Miss ...
... better ; but I went through Political Economy , and learnt all about that ; -you don't think I choose it for the pleasure ? But you all know what is the ob- ject of my life , and I hope I am not one to shrink from my duty , " A Miss ...
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... better . Mr Cavendish lounged about the garden a little , with his hands in his pockets , and then strayed out quite accidentally , and in the same unpremeditating mood made his way to Grove Street . He meant nothing by it , and did not ...
... better . Mr Cavendish lounged about the garden a little , with his hands in his pockets , and then strayed out quite accidentally , and in the same unpremeditating mood made his way to Grove Street . He meant nothing by it , and did not ...
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... better than either genius or calculation . She went down to the door , all palpitating with renewed hope , and , at the same time , with the dread that he might escape her in the moment which was necessary for her passage down - stairs ...
... better than either genius or calculation . She went down to the door , all palpitating with renewed hope , and , at the same time , with the dread that he might escape her in the moment which was necessary for her passage down - stairs ...
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... better days . " 66 Oh , those dreadful women that have seen better days , " said the Archdeacon ; " I think Mrs Chiley has a regiment of them . It is hard to know how to get one's self into sympathy with those faded exist- ences . They ...
... better days . " 66 Oh , those dreadful women that have seen better days , " said the Archdeacon ; " I think Mrs Chiley has a regiment of them . It is hard to know how to get one's self into sympathy with those faded exist- ences . They ...
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... better days , had just then finished one of her lessons , and sent her little pupils out into the garden . She was preparing for the next little class , when , rais- ing her eyes accidentally , she saw Miss Marjoribanks coming through ...
... better days , had just then finished one of her lessons , and sent her little pupils out into the garden . She was preparing for the next little class , when , rais- ing her eyes accidentally , she saw Miss Marjoribanks coming through ...
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Page 188 - My dear," said Miss Marjoribanks, with a little severity, " I thought you knew me better. If I had been thinking of that sort of thing, I never would have come home at all ; and when you know how kind papa has been about the drawing-room and everything. Say what you were going to say, and never think of me." "Ah, Lucilla, I have had my life," said the trembling woman, whose agitation was coming to a climax — " I have had it, and done with it ; and you have been so good to me; and if, after all,...