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... poor author ; wrote for his bread ; and if he arrested him for the rent he owed , in his prefent infirm ftate , he must perish . At this , my heart , which had hitherto been a fleeping partner , began bounding about like a tennis - ball ...
... poor author ; wrote for his bread ; and if he arrested him for the rent he owed , in his prefent infirm ftate , he must perish . At this , my heart , which had hitherto been a fleeping partner , began bounding about like a tennis - ball ...
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... whether fhe's got home : 1 fup- pofe not ; for I made fo much hafte from the li- brary .- ( Rifes , and gets behind a tree . ) No , fhe comes the lovely , agonizing angel comes ! C 2 Enter Enter ROSA . Rofa . My poor father ! how LIFE . 19.
... whether fhe's got home : 1 fup- pofe not ; for I made fo much hafte from the li- brary .- ( Rifes , and gets behind a tree . ) No , fhe comes the lovely , agonizing angel comes ! C 2 Enter Enter ROSA . Rofa . My poor father ! how LIFE . 19.
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And Fifteen Others Frederick Reynolds. Enter ROSA . Rofa . My poor father ! how fhall I tell him that the interview has failed ; that the unfeeling man rejects my fupplications , and the reward of all his labours is a prifon ? Alas ! I ...
And Fifteen Others Frederick Reynolds. Enter ROSA . Rofa . My poor father ! how fhall I tell him that the interview has failed ; that the unfeeling man rejects my fupplications , and the reward of all his labours is a prifon ? Alas ! I ...
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... poor and friendlefs as I am , ' tis more than - foft ! -affift me - I can go no further ( falls into the garden chair ) . Rofa . And muft I fee you perifh ? -Oh , my father ! live , for my fake live ! Confider now our hopes hopes are ...
... poor and friendlefs as I am , ' tis more than - foft ! -affift me - I can go no further ( falls into the garden chair ) . Rofa . And muft I fee you perifh ? -Oh , my father ! live , for my fake live ! Confider now our hopes hopes are ...
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... poor devil ? Before he's caged , I fhould like to have a peep at him . Gabr . Sir - Sir Harry - I - I am he ( crying ) . Sir H. You ! Gabr . ( crying louder . ) Yes , I'm Gaby ; I'm the poor devil that's to peep through the iron bars ...
... poor devil ? Before he's caged , I fhould like to have a peep at him . Gabr . Sir - Sir Harry - I - I am he ( crying ) . Sir H. You ! Gabr . ( crying louder . ) Yes , I'm Gaby ; I'm the poor devil that's to peep through the iron bars ...
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