The Novelist's Magazine, Opseg 1C. Alexander, 1833 |
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arms Ashkirk Barney beautiful Benedictine better bosom brother companion Craig-gillian cried dear delight door Dunalbin Eleenalin Emily Langleigh exclaimed eyes fancy father fear feelings felt Flora France Frank Gabriel Jones gave gazed gentleman girl hand happy head heard heart Hector Henry Masterton Highland honour hope horse hour Hugh Hugh Piper James Jones kind knew Lady Augusta Lady Eleanor Lady Gordon look Lord Goring Lord Langleigh Lord Masterton Lord Norwich Macalbin marriage Mary Master Matthew Hutchinson mind Miss Monimia Monsieur de Vitray Montague Moome morning mother never night Norman once passed passion paused person Piper poor regiment replied round Roundheads seemed seen servants shagreen Sir Archibald smile soldier soon sorrow spirit spoke Stapleton stood stranger sure sweet tell thing thought turned voice Walter Dixon Wighton woman words young Cavalier
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