An Apology for the Life of George Anne Bellamy: Late of Covent-Garden Theatre. Written by Herself. To which is Annexed, Her Original Letter to John Calcraft, ... The Third Edition. In Five Volumes. ...author, and sold, 1785 |
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An Apology for the Life of George Anne Bellamy: Late of Covent-Garden ... Alexander Bicknell Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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