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The Ancestors and Descendants of William Gustavis Carr and Frances Jane Wallace
  • Language: en
  • Pages: 216

The Ancestors and Descendants of William Gustavis Carr and Frances Jane Wallace

  • Type: Book
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  • Published: 1986
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  • Publisher: Unknown

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Locrine
  • Language: en
  • Pages: 188

Locrine

  • Type: Book
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  • Published: 1887
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  • Publisher: Unknown

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Belgravia
  • Language: en
  • Pages: 712

Belgravia

  • Type: Book
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  • Published: 1884
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  • Publisher: Unknown

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To Call Her Mine
  • Language: en
  • Pages: 490

To Call Her Mine

  • Type: Book
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  • Published: 1889
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  • Publisher: Unknown

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England Under Gladstone, 1880-1885
  • Language: en
  • Pages: 410

England Under Gladstone, 1880-1885

  • Type: Book
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  • Published: 1885
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  • Publisher: Unknown

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Love - Or a Name
  • Language: en
  • Pages: 320

Love - Or a Name

  • Type: Book
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  • Published: 1885
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  • Publisher: Unknown

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In the middle watch
  • Language: en
  • Pages: 332

In the middle watch

  • Type: Book
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  • Published: 1885
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  • Publisher: Unknown

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Transmigration
  • Language: en
  • Pages: 360

Transmigration

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  • Language: en
  • Pages: 368

"I Say No"

  • Type: Book
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  • Published: 1889
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  • Publisher: Unknown

I Say No is the 1884 novel by the famous author Wilkie Collins. The novel concerns a young orphan who is courted by two eligible bachelors: the drawing instructor at her school, Alban Morris, and a clergyman, Miles Mirable. Both men claim to be in love with her. One is most certainly telling the truth, while the other is trying to hide his apparent implication in her fathers suspicious death.

Babylon
  • Language: en
  • Pages: 350

Babylon

Another year had passed, and Colin, now of full age, had tired of working for Cicolari. It was all very well, this moulding clay and carving replicas of afflicted widows; it was all very well, this modelling busts and statuettes and little classical compositions; it was all very well, this picking up stray hints in a half-amateur fashion from the grand torsos of the British Museum and a few scattered Thorwaldsens or antiques of the great country houses; but Colin Churchill felt in his heart of hearts that all that was not sculpture. He was growing in years now, and instead of learning he was really working. Still, he had quite made up his mind that some day or other he should look with his own eyes on the glories of the Vatican and the Villa Albani.