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... don't know much about the books . You must ask Ralph about that . I have always ascertained for myself— got my information in the natural form . I never asked many questions even ; I just kept quiet and took notice . Of course , I have ...
... don't know much about the books . You must ask Ralph about that . I have always ascertained for myself— got my information in the natural form . I never asked many questions even ; I just kept quiet and took notice . Of course , I have ...
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... don't know that I ever counted them . I never took much notice of the classes . That's the ad- vantage of being an American here ; you don't belong to any class . " " I hope so , " said Isabel . " Imagine one's belonging to an English ...
... don't know that I ever counted them . I never took much notice of the classes . That's the ad- vantage of being an American here ; you don't belong to any class . " " I hope so , " said Isabel . " Imagine one's belonging to an English ...
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... don't think you care for anything . You don't really care for England when you praise it ; you don't care for America even when you pretend to abuse it . " " I care for nothing but you , dear cousin , " said Ralph . " If I could believe ...
... don't think you care for anything . You don't really care for England when you praise it ; you don't care for America even when you pretend to abuse it . " " I care for nothing but you , dear cousin , " said Ralph . " If I could believe ...
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... don't sit alone with the gentle . men late at night . " " You were very right to tell me then , " said Isabel . " I don't under- stand it , but I am very glad to know it . " " I shall always tell you , " her aunt " Pray do ; but I don't ...
... don't sit alone with the gentle . men late at night . " " You were very right to tell me then , " said Isabel . " I don't under- stand it , but I am very glad to know it . " " I shall always tell you , " her aunt " Pray do ; but I don't ...
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... don't think I will pay any more , " said Warburton ; " he lives a monstrous deal better than I do , enjoys unheard of luxuries , and thinks himself a much finer gentleman than I. As I am a consistent radical , I go in only for equality ...
... don't think I will pay any more , " said Warburton ; " he lives a monstrous deal better than I do , enjoys unheard of luxuries , and thinks himself a much finer gentleman than I. As I am a consistent radical , I go in only for equality ...
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Página 242 - Madam, I beg your pardon \ I think that you mean to be kind, But I cannot hear what you say for my Willy's voice in the wind — The snow and the sky so bright — he used but to call in the dark, And he calls to me now from the church and not from the gibbet — for hark \ Nay — you can hear it yourself — it is coming — shaking the walls — Willy — the moon's in a cloud Good-night. I am going. He calls. THE NORTHERN COBBLER I WAAIT till our Sally cooms in, fur thou mun a
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Página 207 - I do declare that no foreign prince, person, prelate, state, or potentate hath, or ought to have any jurisdiction, power, superiority, preeminence, or authority, ecclesiastical or spiritual, within this realm; so help me God.
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