So we parted for that night, and met again in the breakfast-room at halfpast eight next morning. It was a hurried, silent, uncomfortable meal; none of us had slept well, and all were thinking of the same subject. Mrs Jelf had evidently been crying. Jelf... Monsieur Maurice. Leipzig 1873 - Page 165de Amelia B. Edwards - 1873 - 287 pagesAffichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
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...Once more, good-night." So we parted for that night, and met again in the breakfast-room at half -past eight next morning. It was a hurried, silent, uncomfortable...minutes after we had left the breakfast-table the dog-cart was brought round, and my friend and I were on the road to Clayborough. " Tell you what it... | |
| 1918 - 386 pages
...good-night." So we parted for that night, and met again in the breakfast-room at half-past eight the next morning. It was a hurried, silent, uncomfortable...slept well, and all were thinking of the same subject. Within twenty minutes after we had left the breakfast-table the dog-cart was brought round, and my... | |
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...know you mean it, old friend, and it may be that I shall put you to the test. Once more, good-night.' So we parted for that night, and met again in the...minutes after we had left the breakfast-table the dog-cart was brought round and my friend and I were on the road to Clayborough. 'Tell you what it is,... | |
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