Salute to Aphrodite: A NovelBobbs-Merrill, 1935 - 301 lappuses |
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55. lappuse
... turned by praise . Mrs. Wallace , believing in the adage " Praise makes bad men worse and good men better , " gave praise lavishly . He was a man small of stature , neat of habit . His short wide beard was always carefully trimmed . His ...
... turned by praise . Mrs. Wallace , believing in the adage " Praise makes bad men worse and good men better , " gave praise lavishly . He was a man small of stature , neat of habit . His short wide beard was always carefully trimmed . His ...
86. lappuse
... turned as cowld as ice . Shamus lookt at me that scornful then , as if I'd hurt him an ' he couldn't defend hisself . Then he turned round an ' walked back to the gate without a sound an ' vanished . An ' up with me on the shaft of me ...
... turned as cowld as ice . Shamus lookt at me that scornful then , as if I'd hurt him an ' he couldn't defend hisself . Then he turned round an ' walked back to the gate without a sound an ' vanished . An ' up with me on the shaft of me ...
272. lappuse
... turned yer coat inside out no Jack o ' the Lantern could have power over ye . So with that I turned me coat an ' the light disappeared , an ' I fell down in a sleep there in the plowed field . An ' I didn't wake up till an hour ago , an ...
... turned yer coat inside out no Jack o ' the Lantern could have power over ye . So with that I turned me coat an ' the light disappeared , an ' I fell down in a sleep there in the plowed field . An ' I didn't wake up till an hour ago , an ...
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AFTER THE FAIR | 15 |
A WALK BY NIGHT | 26 |
EXPLANATIONS | 35 |
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