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Page 76
... course was written to say . Let that belief which you hold alone have free course . I have observed that , in all public speaking , the rule of the orator begins , not in the array of his facts , but when his deep conviction , and the ...
... course was written to say . Let that belief which you hold alone have free course . I have observed that , in all public speaking , the rule of the orator begins , not in the array of his facts , but when his deep conviction , and the ...
Page 329
... course I can't do anything any different . I'm going right on an ' get married next week . I ain't going back on a woman that's waited for me fourteen years , an ' break her heart . " " If you should jilt her to - morrow , I wouldn't ...
... course I can't do anything any different . I'm going right on an ' get married next week . I ain't going back on a woman that's waited for me fourteen years , an ' break her heart . " " If you should jilt her to - morrow , I wouldn't ...
Page 361
... course lay in keeping her before the wind . And so she drove southeast , as though about to round the Horn , while the waves rose and fell and bellowed their never - ending story of the sea ; but the Hand that held these held also the ...
... course lay in keeping her before the wind . And so she drove southeast , as though about to round the Horn , while the waves rose and fell and bellowed their never - ending story of the sea ; but the Hand that held these held also the ...
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The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
Copyright | |
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