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Now and then a shot would be fired singly , lost in the space ; then , at regular intervals , the cries of sentinels on the look - out were heard , answering each other in the distance , then dying away in the lonely streets .
Now and then a shot would be fired singly , lost in the space ; then , at regular intervals , the cries of sentinels on the look - out were heard , answering each other in the distance , then dying away in the lonely streets .
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That pure forehead , that limpid look , disclosed one of those heavenly spirits born for devotion , fondness and prayer . Curls of light hair encircled that lovely face , and made appear more pure the purity of that forehead , more fair ...
That pure forehead , that limpid look , disclosed one of those heavenly spirits born for devotion , fondness and prayer . Curls of light hair encircled that lovely face , and made appear more pure the purity of that forehead , more fair ...
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And there Bertha comes , gathering her blue and white striped shawl up round her , as graceful as a broad leaf hangs down over a flower , her peculiar step all so musically in keeping with her looks , and as it seems to me with the very ...
And there Bertha comes , gathering her blue and white striped shawl up round her , as graceful as a broad leaf hangs down over a flower , her peculiar step all so musically in keeping with her looks , and as it seems to me with the very ...
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A VISIT TO THE INDIAN PASS 395 | 10 |
HERMIT of New York The | 81 |
Amari | 112 |
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