The Open Question: A Tale of Two TemperamentsW. Heinemann, 1898 - 419 lappuses |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 62.
5. lappuse
... story of Southern losses , scenes of impotent indignation at the quartering of Northern soldiers in Confederate houses , wanton violence to property , and greater violence still to the old - fashioned Southern sense of personal dignity ...
... story of Southern losses , scenes of impotent indignation at the quartering of Northern soldiers in Confederate houses , wanton violence to property , and greater violence still to the old - fashioned Southern sense of personal dignity ...
27. lappuse
... by the Southern régime . She told of thrifty New England housewives ' experience with highly recommended Southern cooks -- stories that moved the domestic philanthro- pists to open expressions of horror . No one denied THE OPEN QUESTION 27.
... by the Southern régime . She told of thrifty New England housewives ' experience with highly recommended Southern cooks -- stories that moved the domestic philanthro- pists to open expressions of horror . No one denied THE OPEN QUESTION 27.
42. lappuse
... story incarnate in the great red chair , getting the details by heart in the observant way of children . ' What time do you usually go to bed ? ' she asked presently , turning a page . ' When I feel sleepy . ' ' H'm ! I think eight o ...
... story incarnate in the great red chair , getting the details by heart in the observant way of children . ' What time do you usually go to bed ? ' she asked presently , turning a page . ' When I feel sleepy . ' ' H'm ! I think eight o ...
46. lappuse
... story . ' ' Has she ? ' ' Yes ; about when she was young . were young , Aunt Valeria . ' The innocent petition jarred . Tell me about when you Valeria was the youngest of her family , and had never yet been asked to think of herself as ...
... story . ' ' Has she ? ' ' Yes ; about when she was young . were young , Aunt Valeria . ' The innocent petition jarred . Tell me about when you Valeria was the youngest of her family , and had never yet been asked to think of herself as ...
47. lappuse
... stories . ' ' Don't you know the one about the poor man over your fire- place ? ' " ' What poor man ? ' she repeated , bewildered . ' The man without his clo'es on , tied to the wild horse . ' Oh , you mean the Mazeppa on the iron fire ...
... stories . ' ' Don't you know the one about the poor man over your fire- place ? ' " ' What poor man ? ' she repeated , bewildered . ' The man without his clo'es on , tied to the wild horse . ' Oh , you mean the Mazeppa on the iron fire ...
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21 BEDFORD STREET answered arms asked Aunt Valeria Ball beautiful called child clever Cousin Ethan Daily dark dear door Driscoll Emmie Emmie's Ernest Halliwell eyes face father feel felt Gano's girl Good-morning Grandma Grandmother Green Carnation hair Hall Caine hand happy HAROLD FREDERIC Harry Wilbur head hear heard heart HENRY JAMES interest John Gano Julia kind kissed knew lady laughed letter live LONDON Long Room looked mind Miss morning mother never night nodded novel Oh yes Otway parlour Plymouth Poincy realize ROBERT HICHENS Sarah Grand Scherer seemed sense smiling STEPHEN CRANE stood stopped story suddenly sure talk Tallmadge tears tell there's things thought to-day told took turned Uncle upstairs Val's voice Volume waiting walk whispered WILLIAM HEINEMANN window woman wonder Yaffti young
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