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Page 105
... Father , what is that ? " asked the little boy , leaving his play , and pressing betwixt his father's knees . " Oh , some drunken man , I suppose , " answered the lime - burner ; " some merry fellow from the bar - room in the village ...
... Father , what is that ? " asked the little boy , leaving his play , and pressing betwixt his father's knees . " Oh , some drunken man , I suppose , " answered the lime - burner ; " some merry fellow from the bar - room in the village ...
Page 379
... Father , published in the year of his death , 1935 . FATHER TEACHES ME TO BE PROMPT Father made a great point of our getting down to breakfast on time . I meant to be prompt , but it never occurred to me that I had better try to be ...
... Father , published in the year of his death , 1935 . FATHER TEACHES ME TO BE PROMPT Father made a great point of our getting down to breakfast on time . I meant to be prompt , but it never occurred to me that I had better try to be ...
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... father bought , and their mother spun it into yarn , ready for the loom when properly dyed . Then , like as not , it ... father . Christopher had attained his majority according to Genoese law , and as a hard - working , steady- going ...
... father bought , and their mother spun it into yarn , ready for the loom when properly dyed . Then , like as not , it ... father . Christopher had attained his majority according to Genoese law , and as a hard - working , steady- going ...
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The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
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