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- Author: Laura E Richards
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1975878620
- ISBN-13: 9781975878627
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.3 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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, and I'll bring it right up to your room directly.- She beamed on him, and left the room. Mr. Lindsay groaned; looked about him for help, but found none, and retired, groaning, to his study. Part II. The minister had had a delightful but exhausting afternoon. He had gone to look for the nest of a marsh-hen, which he had some reason to think might be in a certain swamp, about five miles from the village. He did not find the nest, but he found plenty of other things: his pockets bulged with mosses and roots, his hat was wound with a curious vine that might possibly be Clematis Verticillaris, and both hands were filled with specimens of every conceivable kind. Incidentally the mosquitoes and black flies had found him: his face was purple, and, like that of the lady at the Brick Lane Branch tea-party, -swellin' wisibly;- and blood was trickling down his well-shaped nose from a bramble-scratch. He had fallen down once or twice in the bog, with results to his clothes; and altogether he pr
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- Author: Laura E Richards
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1975878620
- ISBN-13: 9781975878627
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.3 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
, and I'll bring it right up to your room directly.- She beamed on him, and left the room. Mr. Lindsay groaned; looked about him for help, but found none, and retired, groaning, to his study. Part II. The minister had had a delightful but exhausting afternoon. He had gone to look for the nest of a marsh-hen, which he had some reason to think might be in a certain swamp, about five miles from the village. He did not find the nest, but he found plenty of other things: his pockets bulged with mosses and roots, his hat was wound with a curious vine that might possibly be Clematis Verticillaris, and both hands were filled with specimens of every conceivable kind. Incidentally the mosquitoes and black flies had found him: his face was purple, and, like that of the lady at the Brick Lane Branch tea-party, -swellin' wisibly;- and blood was trickling down his well-shaped nose from a bramble-scratch. He had fallen down once or twice in the bog, with results to his clothes; and altogether he pr
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