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580. oldal
But - my children gasped Grant . 66 They are in the care of an excellent female . Can she not take them to your relatives in England ? " " I have none . They live in Edinburgh . " The breeze came , freshening to a capful of wind ...
But - my children gasped Grant . 66 They are in the care of an excellent female . Can she not take them to your relatives in England ? " " I have none . They live in Edinburgh . " The breeze came , freshening to a capful of wind ...
582. oldal
Grant lay back , panting . " I know not how I should have managed without you , my good woman . And I am not finished yet my will to make . children . . . ? " there is But the - " They're having their afternoon sleep , sir - even if ...
Grant lay back , panting . " I know not how I should have managed without you , my good woman . And I am not finished yet my will to make . children . . . ? " there is But the - " They're having their afternoon sleep , sir - even if ...
608. oldal
That , unfortunately , is impossible , much as I should enjoy remaining in your beautiful city , Miss Grant . As I think I told you in my letter , I am shortly to sail for Australia . " " You are proposing to make your home permanently ...
That , unfortunately , is impossible , much as I should enjoy remaining in your beautiful city , Miss Grant . As I think I told you in my letter , I am shortly to sail for Australia . " " You are proposing to make your home permanently ...
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