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Page 283
... Tell me , tell me , my Beloved , Why thy cheek so sudden flushes . " " " Twas the flies that stung , Beloved , And I hate these flies in summer With a hate as deep as though they Were a mob of long - nosed Hebrews . " " Waste not words ...
... Tell me , tell me , my Beloved , Why thy cheek so sudden flushes . " " " Twas the flies that stung , Beloved , And I hate these flies in summer With a hate as deep as though they Were a mob of long - nosed Hebrews . " " Waste not words ...
Page 441
... tell me the whole truth about these matters , for if you're not comfortable , I'll rush my departure even more than I am doing now . Tell me if your present situation is bearable ; if so , I'll be able to conclude my busi- ness at ...
... tell me the whole truth about these matters , for if you're not comfortable , I'll rush my departure even more than I am doing now . Tell me if your present situation is bearable ; if so , I'll be able to conclude my busi- ness at ...
Page 463
... tell you how ungrate- fully you are treating me at a time when horrible and unheard - of misfortunes have befallen me . Answer me soon , before it is too late . If there is some political reason for your hesitation , or some financial ...
... tell you how ungrate- fully you are treating me at a time when horrible and unheard - of misfortunes have befallen me . Answer me soon , before it is too late . If there is some political reason for your hesitation , or some financial ...
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