Works, Том 19Estes & Lauriat, 1890 |
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... Walter's uncle . Checking her sobs , and drying her swollen eyes , and endeavoring to calm the agitation of her man- ner , so as to avoid attracting notice , Florence , re- solving to keep to the more quiet streets as long as she could ...
... Walter's uncle . Checking her sobs , and drying her swollen eyes , and endeavoring to calm the agitation of her man- ner , so as to avoid attracting notice , Florence , re- solving to keep to the more quiet streets as long as she could ...
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... Walter's uncle here ? " asked Florence . " Here , pretty ! " returned the captain . ain't been here this many a long day . He ain't been heerd on since he sheered off arter poor Wal'r . But , " said the captain as a quotation , " though ...
... Walter's uncle here ? " asked Florence . " Here , pretty ! " returned the captain . ain't been here this many a long day . He ain't been heerd on since he sheered off arter poor Wal'r . But , " said the captain as a quotation , " though ...
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... Walter ! " " The very planks she walked on , " murmured the captain , looking at her drooping face , " was as high esteemed by Wal'r as the water - brooks is by the hart which never rejices ! I see him now , the wery day as he was rated ...
... Walter ! " " The very planks she walked on , " murmured the captain , looking at her drooping face , " was as high esteemed by Wal'r as the water - brooks is by the hart which never rejices ! I see him now , the wery day as he was rated ...
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... Walter ! " sighed Florence . " Drownded , ain't he ? " said the captain . Florence shook her head , and sighed . " Good - night , my lady lass ! " said Captain Cuttle , putting out his hand . " God bless you , dear , kind friend ! " But ...
... Walter ! " sighed Florence . " Drownded , ain't he ? " said the captain . Florence shook her head , and sighed . " Good - night , my lady lass ! " said Captain Cuttle , putting out his hand . " God bless you , dear , kind friend ! " But ...
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... Walter ; I was fond of Walter ! " The dear remembrance of the plaintive voice that said so , rushed upon her soul like music in the night . " Oh , welcome home , dear Walter ! Welcome to this stricken DOMBEY AND SON . 173.
... Walter ; I was fond of Walter ! " The dear remembrance of the plaintive voice that said so , rushed upon her soul like music in the night . " Oh , welcome home , dear Walter ! Welcome to this stricken DOMBEY AND SON . 173.
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