A lost battle [by A. Price].1878 |
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Alfred answered Antigone Archer Aunt Esther AUSTIN DOBSON better British Columbia certainly Colonel Dalbiac colour Corbet course cousin dear door everything eyes face father feel felt friends girl glad glanced Good-bye grave hand happy hear heard hope JEAN INGELOW John Lennard Julia Kenneth kind knew Lady Anne Lady Mansell lane laughed Lennard Lisa Lisa's listened live Long Croft Lord Fareham Lotty Louvre Lucas Mallam Mary Kean Matthew mind minute Miss Dalbiac Miss Kenneth Miss Perrott morning never niece once papa Paris perhaps pleasant Polynices poor fellow quarrymen quiet quietly round seemed Selbridge Simonet Sir Thomas small face smiling sorry speak Spenser Squire stay stood strange suddenly suppose sure talk tell Thank thing Thorpe Thorpe's thought Tina Tiny's told turned uncle Russell voice walked Will's window wish wonder young
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