New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volume 164Henry Colburn, 1879 |
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Page 65
... SIR HAROLD WINN sat toasting his toes before a huge fire in the library . It was Christmas Eve ; the hour was about four o'clock , and as Sir Harold had not yet rung for the lamp , he sat in the twilight . The big flames , as they ...
... SIR HAROLD WINN sat toasting his toes before a huge fire in the library . It was Christmas Eve ; the hour was about four o'clock , and as Sir Harold had not yet rung for the lamp , he sat in the twilight . The big flames , as they ...
Page 66
... Sir Harold had again chuckled , again slapped his thigh , and once more exclaimed , " Gad ! is it possible ? " when the door was opened , and a venerable female domestic presented herself before him . " You may come , Sir Harold , " she ...
... Sir Harold had again chuckled , again slapped his thigh , and once more exclaimed , " Gad ! is it possible ? " when the door was opened , and a venerable female domestic presented herself before him . " You may come , Sir Harold , " she ...
Page 67
... Sir Harold , gazing intently on the little roll of humanity . " Dear me I could never have believed it . Isn't he very small ? " " Small , Sir Harold ! " cried Mrs. Plumtree . " Excuse me , sir , but I don't ... Sir Harold . Do Horace . 67.
... Sir Harold , gazing intently on the little roll of humanity . " Dear me I could never have believed it . Isn't he very small ? " " Small , Sir Harold ! " cried Mrs. Plumtree . " Excuse me , sir , but I don't ... Sir Harold . Do Horace . 67.
Page 68
... Sir Harold . " His appetite seems good - eh , Mrs. Plumtree ? " " First - rate , Sir Harold . He takes his food as nimbly as a sucking calf . " Bless his little mouth ! " observed the nurse . " Well , now , what's the matter ? " said ...
... Sir Harold . " His appetite seems good - eh , Mrs. Plumtree ? " " First - rate , Sir Harold . He takes his food as nimbly as a sucking calf . " Bless his little mouth ! " observed the nurse . " Well , now , what's the matter ? " said ...
Page 69
... Sir Harold , surveying the toes through his glasses . " Just like wax : most beautiful . What exquisite formation ! I had no idea that an infant so young could be so complete . " " Sir Harold , " said the doctor , " I must turn you out ...
... Sir Harold , surveying the toes through his glasses . " Just like wax : most beautiful . What exquisite formation ! I had no idea that an infant so young could be so complete . " " Sir Harold , " said the doctor , " I must turn you out ...
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Page 406 - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
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