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Pagina 173
I am sure it was the thought of the girl's poor little cup of tea that softened my mother's heart . She royally granted the humane permission , and at once began to regret it . She realized that she had given the black villain a toehold ...
I am sure it was the thought of the girl's poor little cup of tea that softened my mother's heart . She royally granted the humane permission , and at once began to regret it . She realized that she had given the black villain a toehold ...
Pagina 284
I remember what happened to poor Pygmalion . He worked for years on a statue of the perfect woman and found himself left with a chatterbox of a wife . I think of all the years I have devoted to my chatterbox .
I remember what happened to poor Pygmalion . He worked for years on a statue of the perfect woman and found himself left with a chatterbox of a wife . I think of all the years I have devoted to my chatterbox .
Pagina 381
weeks later , one windy afternoon in the Park , when , under a browning beech , he spoke sympathetically of Milly's falling leaves and Kitty said tempestuously , ' Oh please do please let our poor darling have her little adventure ...
weeks later , one windy afternoon in the Park , when , under a browning beech , he spoke sympathetically of Milly's falling leaves and Kitty said tempestuously , ' Oh please do please let our poor darling have her little adventure ...
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