Leisure hours in town, by the author of The recreations of a country parsonParker Son and Bourn West Strand, 1862 - 382 pages |
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... deal of physical fatigue as well as mental wear . And I begin to doubt if it be good or safe to begin the round of labour again on Monday after breakfast : and to think that possibly as much work would be done , and better done , if the ...
... deal of physical fatigue as well as mental wear . And I begin to doubt if it be good or safe to begin the round of labour again on Monday after breakfast : and to think that possibly as much work would be done , and better done , if the ...
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... deal ; for the constitutional exercise of such is usually walking . But in large towns such men give fair play to no other thews and sinews . More especially the arms of such men are very flabby . The muscle is soft , and slender . If ...
... deal ; for the constitutional exercise of such is usually walking . But in large towns such men give fair play to no other thews and sinews . More especially the arms of such men are very flabby . The muscle is soft , and slender . If ...
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... deal of work . The screw is not dead lame , nor only fit for the knacker ; it falls far short of the perfec- tion of a horse , but still it is a horse , after all , and it can fulfil in some measure a horse's duty . You see , my friend ...
... deal of work . The screw is not dead lame , nor only fit for the knacker ; it falls far short of the perfec- tion of a horse , but still it is a horse , after all , and it can fulfil in some measure a horse's duty . You see , my friend ...
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... deal too much alone in that damp and misty lake country . He was like a spavined horse . Coleridge , again , was a jibber . He never would pull in the team of life . There is something unsound in the mind of the man who fancies that ...
... deal too much alone in that damp and misty lake country . He was like a spavined horse . Coleridge , again , was a jibber . He never would pull in the team of life . There is something unsound in the mind of the man who fancies that ...
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... deal : he was a horse - dealer , I believe , and I doubt not sharp enough at market ; and the idiotic appearance he made was the result of his applying his understanding to a matter quite beyond his experience and out of his province ...
... deal : he was a horse - dealer , I believe , and I doubt not sharp enough at market ; and the idiotic appearance he made was the result of his applying his understanding to a matter quite beyond his experience and out of his province ...
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