Blacksmith and scholar, by Mortimer and Frances Collins. 1883Chatto and Windus, 1883 |
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... pretty young girls of the neighbourhood - so much so fellows who were young 66 spoons upon them " ( to write slang ) talked of punching his head . I fear any young fellow who had tried to carry out that the threat would have been ...
... pretty young girls of the neighbourhood - so much so fellows who were young 66 spoons upon them " ( to write slang ) talked of punching his head . I fear any young fellow who had tried to carry out that the threat would have been ...
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... " Now , Robert , " went on the Squire , " why does your father , one of the best scholars in England , try to make you a blacksmith ? What is his fancy ? " " He has made me a pretty good scholar , THE FITZ ROYS OF OAK ROYAL .
... " Now , Robert , " went on the Squire , " why does your father , one of the best scholars in England , try to make you a blacksmith ? What is his fancy ? " " He has made me a pretty good scholar , THE FITZ ROYS OF OAK ROYAL .
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Mortimer Collins. " He has made me a pretty good scholar , I hope , sir , " said Robert . " But I will not insult you by trying to bring you a Greek or Latin epigram that would satisfy your judgment : will you accept a specimen of my ...
Mortimer Collins. " He has made me a pretty good scholar , I hope , sir , " said Robert . " But I will not insult you by trying to bring you a Greek or Latin epigram that would satisfy your judgment : will you accept a specimen of my ...
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... pretty finger , I can make horse - shoes with any living man . ' Thus spoke the blacksmith ; but I got permission from him to try his tools upon his gold and silver ingots . It was delightful work , after fagging away at hammer and ...
... pretty finger , I can make horse - shoes with any living man . ' Thus spoke the blacksmith ; but I got permission from him to try his tools upon his gold and silver ingots . It was delightful work , after fagging away at hammer and ...
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... pretty shy little girl , who confided to him that her name was Thirza , and treated several way- farers to ale - among them a tramp who had been ( on his own evidence ) at Waterloo , another who had been at Trafalgar , another who was ...
... pretty shy little girl , who confided to him that her name was Thirza , and treated several way- farers to ale - among them a tramp who had been ( on his own evidence ) at Waterloo , another who had been at Trafalgar , another who was ...
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