 Is this a scene for discontent?" I exclaimed: "think you that affliction can find its way to a seclusion so bright as this?" "Yet even here," she replied, "must your Evelyn encounter her third trial her last." I turned away — I would no longer listen...  Mary Raymond, and other tales - Sida 213efter Catherine Grace F. Gore - 1838Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
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...should nor pass away. - Let me subdue the anguish of my heatt till all is told, - and then - no matrer! We stood - we — O word of agony, which I must breathe no more! - on the matble retrace of the villa, warching the vessels as they wandered like living things upon irs waves.... | |
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