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...little table, my heart fainted within me.— One folitary plate, one knife, one fork, one glafs !—I gave a thoufand penfive penetrating looks at the chair...hadft fo often graced in thofe quiet and fentimental repalis—then ]aid down my knife and fork, and took out my handkerchief, and clapped it acrofs, my...

...little table, my heart fainted within me. • One folitary plate, one "knife, one 'fork, one glafs ! 1 gave a thoufand penfive, penetrating looks at the...fo • often graced, in thofe quiet and fentimental repafts -then laid down my knife and fork, and took out my handkerchief, and clapped it acrofs my face,...

...within me..—One f¿,ljtarv plate, one knife, one fork, one glafs !—..I gave a thoufand penfire, penetrating¿ looks at the • chair thou hadft fo ¿often graced, in thofe quiet und fentimental repafts—ihen laid down my knife and fork, and took cut my handkerchief, and clapped...

...penetrating looks at the chair thou hadst so often graced in those quiet and sentimental repasts then laid down my knife and fork, and took out my handkerchief, and clapped it across my face, and -Veptlike a child. 1 do so this very moment, my dear L. for as I take up my pen...

...table furniture. " I gave a thousand penetrating looks at the chair thou hadst so often graced, then laid down my knife and fork, and took out my handkerchief and clapped it across my face, and wept like a child. I do so at this very moment, my dear L.; for as I take up my...

...penetrating looks at the chair thou hadst so often graced, in those quiet and sentimental repasts — then laid down my knife and fork, and took out my handkerchief, and clapped it across my face, and wept like a child. I do so this very moment, my L.; for, as I take up my pen, my...

...penetrating looks at the chair thou hadst so often graced in those quiet and sentimental repasts, then laid down my knife and fork, and took out my handkerchief, and clapped it across my face, and wept like a child." Fanny was a great comfort; gave hartshorn, and said she thought...

...penetrating looks at the chair thou hast so often graced in those quiet and sentimental repasts, then laid down my knife and fork, and took out my handkerchief and wept like a child. I do so this very moment, my L ; for as I take up my pen, my poor pulse quickens,...

...penetrating looks at the chair thou hadst so often graced, in those quiet and sentimental repasts,—then laid down my knife and fork, and took out my handkerchief, and clapped it across my face, and wept like a child.— I do so this very moment, my L.; for as I take up my pen,...