Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 298William Blackwood, 1965 - England |
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Page 293
They ate what was cooked , mumbled grace in Latin before and after meals , and when the Angelus sounded in the evenings turned towards the church and crossed themselves . They were obedient , but when asked to sail on Friday they ...
They ate what was cooked , mumbled grace in Latin before and after meals , and when the Angelus sounded in the evenings turned towards the church and crossed themselves . They were obedient , but when asked to sail on Friday they ...
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At the beginning of September I spent a week at my London club , and one afternoon was idly turning the pages of an illustrated paper when a picture caught and held my eye . It showed the interior of an East End pub , complete with ...
At the beginning of September I spent a week at my London club , and one afternoon was idly turning the pages of an illustrated paper when a picture caught and held my eye . It showed the interior of an East End pub , complete with ...
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At last came the great moment when the priest turned to Loukas and inquired what the name of the child was to be . Loukas , in a strong , loud voice , replied : " Andromache ! " Before I could understand what was happening , there was a ...
At last came the great moment when the priest turned to Loukas and inquired what the name of the child was to be . Loukas , in a strong , loud voice , replied : " Andromache ! " Before I could understand what was happening , there was a ...
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Contents
CALI | 68 |
AN AFRICAN SCHLOSS BY MEG HOYTE | 96 |
AN ATLAS BLIZZARD BY HAMISH M BROWN | 192 |
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