Cratchit to the skies, while he (not proud, although his collars nearly choked him) blew the fire, until the slow potatoes, bubbling up, knocked loudly at the saucepan lid to be let out and peeled. "What has ever got your precious father, then?
Pen Photographs of Charles Dickens's Readings: Taken from Life - Página 31
por Kate Field - 1871 - 152 páginas
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