Tales of My Landlord,.: The bride of LammermoorArchibald Constable and Company Edinburgh; Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, Paternoster-Row; and Hurst, Robinson, and Company 90, Cheapside, London., 1819 - Covenanters - 334 pages |
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