A tale of two citiesTicknor and Fields, 1866 |
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Page 90
... Miss Lucie at home ? " Expected home . " Miss Pross at home ? " Possibly at home , but of a certainty impossible for hand- maid to anticipate intentions of Miss Pross , as to 90 A TALE OF TWO CITIES .
... Miss Lucie at home ? " Expected home . " Miss Pross at home ? " Possibly at home , but of a certainty impossible for hand- maid to anticipate intentions of Miss Pross , as to 90 A TALE OF TWO CITIES .
Page 91
Charles Dickens. maid to anticipate intentions of Miss Pross , as to admission or denial of the fact . " As I am at ... Miss Pross , the wild red woman , strong of hand , whose acquaintance he had first made at the Royal George Hotel at ...
Charles Dickens. maid to anticipate intentions of Miss Pross , as to admission or denial of the fact . " As I am at ... Miss Pross , the wild red woman , strong of hand , whose acquaintance he had first made at the Royal George Hotel at ...
Page 92
... Miss Pross . " Indeed ? " " Ah ! indeed ! " said Miss Pross . " I am very much put out about my Ladybird . " " Indeed ? " " For gracious sake say something else besides ' indeed , ' or you'll fidget me to death , " said Miss Pross ...
... Miss Pross . " Indeed ? " " Ah ! indeed ! " said Miss Pross . " I am very much put out about my Ladybird . " " Indeed ? " " For gracious sake say something else besides ' indeed , ' or you'll fidget me to death , " said Miss Pross ...
Page 93
Charles Dickens. of the pet , are always turning up , " said Miss Pross . " When you began it —___ " } " I began it , Miss Pross ? " " Didn't you ? Who brought her father to life ? " " Oh ! If that was beginning it— ” said Mr. Lorry ...
Charles Dickens. of the pet , are always turning up , " said Miss Pross . " When you began it —___ " } " I began it , Miss Pross ? " " Didn't you ? Who brought her father to life ? " " Oh ! If that was beginning it— ” said Mr. Lorry ...
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... Miss Pross , shaking her head . don't say he don't refer to it within himself . " 66 Do you believe that he thinks of it much ? " " I do , " said Miss Pross . " But I " Do you imagine " Mr. Lorry had begun , when Miss Pross took him up ...
... Miss Pross , shaking her head . don't say he don't refer to it within himself . " 66 Do you believe that he thinks of it much ? " " I do , " said Miss Pross . " But I " Do you imagine " Mr. Lorry had begun , when Miss Pross took him up ...
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