 | Myra Reynolds - 1920 - 489 pagina’s
...occasion for a coach in wet weather. Brisk. Right, right, that saves all. Lady Froth. Then, I don't say the sun shines all the day, but that he peeps...Right, but the vulgar will never comprehend that. Lady Froth. Well, you shall hear — Let me see. (Reads.) For as the sun shines every day, So, of our coachman... | |
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