Andrew Marvel and his friends1885 |
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Andrew Marvel and His Friends. A Story of the Siege of Hull Marie Hall (formerly Sibree.) Полный просмотр - 1885 |
Andrew Marvel and His Friends: A Story of the Siege of Hull (1885) Marie Hall Недоступно для просмотра - 2008 |
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Alice's Andrew Marvel asked beautiful Beverley brother child Colonel Lister cousin cried Crowle Dame daughter dear Dolly Dorothy dress Earl Earl of Newcastle exclaimed eyes face father fear feel felt friends gentlemen glad hand happy hear heard heart honour hope Hotham Hull Janet Johanna Kate Kate's King King's kiss knew Lady Hildyard laughed letter living London looked Lord Lord Rochester Lord Strafford Lucy maiden Majesty Master Andrew Master Ralph Mayor mind Mistress Alice Mistress Blagg morning mother never night Parliament perhaps Philip Nye poor pray Puritan Queen replied Alice returned river Hull Royalists seemed Simon Sir Guy Sir Harry Vane Sir John Sir John Hotham Sir Ralph smiled soldiers soon speak sweet talk tell thing thought told town train bands wait Wharton Whitehall wife Winestead wish wonder words
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