[english | 1880]
Excerpts: [... back of the chair of the youngest player, turning his music for him, and beating time with one foot upon the grass. The girl, with twined fingers, leaned ...... a little slip of a creator', no higher than a well-grown gell o' twelve, but pretty in a sort o' way.. Why, Jabez, lad, cried Isaiah, thee lookest ...... While I pay you sixpence a day I am practically two hundred and ...]
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