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... high bailiff , a small farmer in the neighbourhood , which always struck me as 8 THE CHILDREN GO DOWN TO THE SEA . 113.
... high bailiff , a small farmer in the neighbourhood , which always struck me as 8 THE CHILDREN GO DOWN TO THE SEA . 113.
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... high bailiff . This looked very grand and imposing . The children wanted of course to go inside this edifice , but Great - heart assured them there was nothing to see ; besides , that precious portal had an enormous padlock on it . A ...
... high bailiff . This looked very grand and imposing . The children wanted of course to go inside this edifice , but Great - heart assured them there was nothing to see ; besides , that precious portal had an enormous padlock on it . A ...
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answered arms asked beautiful busy carriages certainly church CITY OF PLEASURE close cloth course cried Croaker crowd Crown 8vo darlings delighted door Dot's doubt dressed excitement exclaimed eyes face fancy fashion Fcap fear flowers front garden gaze glanced Great-heart told hands happy hatchment head heart Hebrew Bible high bailiff hope hour hurry inquired knew lady little Dot Lollards looked Lowther Street luggage maiden mind morning morocco murmured nearly never night nymphets once party passed pleasure plenty poor portmanteaus Presently Punch and Judy quiet rooks round seemed Shetland ponies side sight sister smile soon sorrow sort stood sure talk tell things thought took travellers trees Trixie and Dot Trixie's truly turned waiting walk watched whispered window wonderful words
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Página 368 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 248 - Tis the voice of the sluggard ; I heard him complain, " You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. "A little more sleep, and a little more slumber...