Marvedi, whiningly, wishing to be cheated. "Think so! why you're like an oak, Mr. Marvedi: a handful of winters is nothing to you. And your pulse" — Marvedi was about to twitch his wrist from the hand of the lecturer — "delightful ! " Marvedi held... The Library of fiction, or Family story-teller [ed. by C. Dickens]. - Стр. 136 редактор(ы): - 1837 Полный просмотр -
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