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And as an old fellow in Kerry once said to me , all love is just " shteam " condensed by the cold air of marriage . ' Failey had ruffled his grey poll and laughed delightedly . * Phil ! You haven't changed one iota since the first day ...
And as an old fellow in Kerry once said to me , all love is just " shteam " condensed by the cold air of marriage . ' Failey had ruffled his grey poll and laughed delightedly . * Phil ! You haven't changed one iota since the first day ...
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Dick told them that he had met her once at the tennis club with four or five other fellows around her and that she had laughed and winked very boldly all the time . Georgie said that he once heard a fellow in school say , ' She goes ...
Dick told them that he had met her once at the tennis club with four or five other fellows around her and that she had laughed and winked very boldly all the time . Georgie said that he once heard a fellow in school say , ' She goes ...
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I have often thought since that he may have been amused by my innocence . Like the day he said to me , “ I suppose , Rosy , ” that was my nickname , I had such rosy cheeks , “ suppose you think you are the best - looking fellow ...
I have often thought since that he may have been amused by my innocence . Like the day he said to me , “ I suppose , Rosy , ” that was my nickname , I had such rosy cheeks , “ suppose you think you are the best - looking fellow ...
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