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... replied Mertoun , " if you could have named a circumstance which would render the residence more eligible to me than any other , it is that there would be neither human luxury nor human society near the place of my retreat ; a shelter ...
... replied Mertoun , " if you could have named a circumstance which would render the residence more eligible to me than any other , it is that there would be neither human luxury nor human society near the place of my retreat ; a shelter ...
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... replied Magnus , " you have no idea of your undertaking . If you think it a comfort- able roadstead like this , with ... replied Mertoun . " You will hear nothing but the clanging and screaming of scarfs , sheer - waters , and sea ...
... replied Magnus , " you have no idea of your undertaking . If you think it a comfort- able roadstead like this , with ... replied Mertoun . " You will hear nothing but the clanging and screaming of scarfs , sheer - waters , and sea ...
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... replied Magnus ; " hum - why , you must have the bit of plantie cruive , which they once called a garden , and a right in the scat- hold , and a sixpenny merk of land , that the te- nants may fish for you ; - eight lispunds of but- ter ...
... replied Magnus ; " hum - why , you must have the bit of plantie cruive , which they once called a garden , and a right in the scat- hold , and a sixpenny merk of land , that the te- nants may fish for you ; - eight lispunds of but- ter ...
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... songs about . " 66 Ay , ay , fish of my heart , " replied the old woman , with a pathetic whine ; " the Berserkars were champions who lived before the blessed days of Saint Olave , and who used to run 28 THE PIRATE .
... songs about . " 66 Ay , ay , fish of my heart , " replied the old woman , with a pathetic whine ; " the Berserkars were champions who lived before the blessed days of Saint Olave , and who used to run 28 THE PIRATE .
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... replied Mordaunt , " even if I should never rise on tiptoe again . And where good dancers are found , Brenda Troil will al- ways find the best partner . I must trip it to- night through the Wastes of Dunrossness . " " Do not say so ...
... replied Mordaunt , " even if I should never rise on tiptoe again . And where good dancers are found , Brenda Troil will al- ways find the best partner . I must trip it to- night through the Wastes of Dunrossness . " " Do not say so ...
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50 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
297 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tom, as they used to call him — somewhat roughly treated by the glorious John, you remember — Mordaunt, you remember — Methinks I see the new Arion sail, The lute still trembling underneath thy nail ; At thy well-sharpen'd thumb, from shore to shore, The trebles squeak for fear, the basses roar.