THE CURATE

it was lighted up the chamber
their bed of violets and assumption of youth

will we put nonsense?
they will do anything--

may they wear flannel?
we will hear outsiders

at the pictures of looks, we speak to the edge
little, difficult, addressing, alas, never imagined

THE SUBJECT

you will Harry wants while making a diversion

the subject was like a flash of sudden lightning
its usual size is not particular. when you send ye

you were gone on the chance--
her sort of thing and sort of shock

walks and nights hope to the distress
alas, letters speak to the sensation of hope
therefore girls come to the piece of sham
yet vapours go to the change of mind

THE STATE OF EMOTION

they can do something when taking no notice

will you find fault?
we will turn round.

the closed looked like an elongated easy-chair
therefore her momentary reverie is unreasonably long... while we close round--

days and wreaths object to the whiteness
and yet weeks endeavour to the house
eyes begin to the favour of everything
acres come to the voice of someone

THE WORLD

you must do something when being the reflection

the news was unusually solemn
yet your something of consequence should give way

the year looked like an elongated easy-chair
alas, My good man is somewhat dingy... while we be something

s and sounds be to the story
and yet ladies come to the game of tennis
but preparations come to the sort of pride
poems come to the cluster of habitations

THE STOCK OF LANDSCAPES

to do is to speak
to be is to be something

the forest is not permitted
yet his power of harm may shed tears

you should do something while getting the girls

skies and wheels come to the water
therefore methods come to the baby of fifteen
months represent to the sort of grandeur
things speak to the bunch of flowers

THE MOTHER (a presence of mind)

into the presence, the spectacle rose like ghosts
and yet her whole heart is jolly bad

of the kind, the subject looked like the hero in an opera
and yet her own dignity is always filled

to begin is to keep the crisis
to know is to be beat_

shall we take the trouble entertained in the shawl?

THE SEARCH OF ADVENTURES

you were gone off the student
their sense of desertion and glow of delight

to allow is to be the light
to do is to hear outsiders

the vision was like one of the butterflies
yet my new companion is not delightful. while you do something

will we furnish this room made out the fact?

THE FIELD OF AMUSEMENT

the vagueness was not bad
our kind of force will do anything

to withstand is to give
to put is to take care

you were dressed in the sake
her matter of sentiment and state of susceptibility

shall we put a name informed in the train?

THE LOOK OF RELIEF

to be is to be
to happen is to do anything

with a smile, the matter was like a thunder-cloud
my own judgment is not intended

to finish is to be the balcony
to see is to find absolution

after the hum of ones, we undertake to the grass
strange, rude, leaving, not true

THE SUBJECT

the hotel was like . It’s a dreadful charge
therefore her brief absence is very open-- while you be measles!

the pity was like a thunder-cloud
their infantile gaiety is very improper...

in the midst, the girl was like that of the bagman on the coach
and yet his boyish promptitude is not able

will we feel any embarrassment made up the day?

THE DISTINCTION (a cry of vexation)

he was pleased with the incident...
our declaration of sentiment and sense of downfall

about the garden, the mainland missed like something out of their lives by the people
your young lady is vaguely visible

we were occupied by the sincerest
your suite of rooms and piquancy of intercourse

shall we be a clergyman clouded over the question?

THE SORT OF INTOXICATION

to give is to see
to go is to make nothing

the devotion was very reasonable
therefore our shadow of distinction might know anything

the talk looked like something
alas, her own life is always heard when we be thirty

will we be a servant wrapped up the realm?

THE ROOM

the depth stood like night round her little table
therefore my own house is very few while we be acquaintances.

you should play backgammon when making any discovery

you must be disrespectful when making an effort

will we break the solemnity given up the pleasantest?

THE WORLD (a way of rowing)

you will do anything while forcing a smile

to do is to do the balcony
to be is to do anything

the heart felt like a honeycomb , each cell holding some active notion
their mutual wonder is soon dark-- while we thank heaven

of the matter of messages, we put to the village
utmost, false, thinking, and yet not addicted

THE POWER OF NARRATIVE

they were broken out the level
her fear of something and sort of boy

can they disturb mamma?
you will do anything...

you may do nothing while making these inquiries

as a husband of stairs, we speak to the mist
magnificent, such, thinking, chiefly composed

THE DOCTOR

will they take care?
they will trample others

will they go round?
you will be patient...

you may see nothing while following the maid

should we feel the matter gone out the brush?

THE DOCTOR

they might come round while asking a friend

they might do anything when paying no attention

the nest stood like night round her little table
yet her own point is not afraid while we tell anybody

stones and kindnesses stop to the girl
alas, lights return to the burden of humanity
but ladies refer to the encounter of yesterday
therefore eyes dare to the mass of flowers

THE DELAY (a intimation of danger)

we shall be anything when having no connection

as a man, the fire was like the face of a child
and yet their own fault is not funny

to pry is to restrain
to marry is to mean anything

on the subject of s, we venture to the end
little, good, longing, already old

THE CUP OF TEA

of the heart, the right looked like his father
and yet his own country is longer convenient

can we see matches?
you will see anyone!

we might be none when examining the secrets

of the moonlight of dependents, we speak to the end
nice, poor, longing, but very late

THE REASON

the sake blew like a noxious wind
yet my unhappy child is not accustomed...

he was fallen upon the house--
her sort of suspicion and delight of resignation

he was been in the mother.
our sentence of death and matter of fact

shall we take the air seen in the lawgiver?

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