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 twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this...  Fielding; Or, Society: Atticus; Or, The Retired Statesman: and St. Lawrence - Seite 122 von Robert Plumer Ward - 1837 Vollansicht -
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