Gentleman's Magazine and Historical Review, Volumen280F. Jefferies, 1896 |
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... believe in classi- fying people according to types ; in the last resort every individual would require a class to himself . ) He stood alone , and was more or less of a mystery to any one who took the trouble to observe him ; for while ...
... believe in classi- fying people according to types ; in the last resort every individual would require a class to himself . ) He stood alone , and was more or less of a mystery to any one who took the trouble to observe him ; for while ...
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... believe me , so I bolted . . . . It's such a wild story - you won't believe it when you hear it . " " Let me hear it , ” said the grave , gentle voice beside him . “ Tell me all about it . " He hesitated a little , as if uncertain how ...
... believe me , so I bolted . . . . It's such a wild story - you won't believe it when you hear it . " " Let me hear it , ” said the grave , gentle voice beside him . “ Tell me all about it . " He hesitated a little , as if uncertain how ...
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... believe he was dead - I couldn't realise it . I don't know how long I sat there , with his head on my knees , moistening his lips from my flask , and chafing his hands , and calling him - over and over again . If he could only have ...
... believe he was dead - I couldn't realise it . I don't know how long I sat there , with his head on my knees , moistening his lips from my flask , and chafing his hands , and calling him - over and over again . If he could only have ...
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... believe what I've told you ? " " I do that every word . " Then there was a long silence , which was broken at last by Ahearne . " Come , I think we'd best go back . You're not well , I know , and you shouldn't be out too long in the ...
... believe what I've told you ? " " I do that every word . " Then there was a long silence , which was broken at last by Ahearne . " Come , I think we'd best go back . You're not well , I know , and you shouldn't be out too long in the ...
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... believe you're just the man for that sort of thing ? And you'll do it too ! Some day you'll be packing up your violin and those two books of yours - your Greek Testament and your Mangan - and you'll disappear like Waring in that bit of ...
... believe you're just the man for that sort of thing ? And you'll do it too ! Some day you'll be packing up your violin and those two books of yours - your Greek Testament and your Mangan - and you'll disappear like Waring in that bit of ...
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