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" The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel the heart, rallied back, the film forsook his eyes for a moment, he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face, then... "
The Atlantic Monthly - ˹ 513
1894
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The Works of Walter Bagehot: With Memoirs by R. H. Hutton, 2

Walter Bagehot - 1891
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast...pulling it towards him. The blood and spirits of Le Fever, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heart,...

Edward Gibbon. Bishop Butler. Sterne and Thackeray. The Waverley novels ...

Walter Bagehot - 1891
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast...coat, and was pulling it towards him. The blood and spirit of Le Fever, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel,...

A Hand-book of English Literature: Intended for the Use of High Schools, as ...

Francis Henry Underwood - 1892 - 608 ˹
...was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken held of the breast of his coat, and was pulling it towards...film forsook his eyes for a moment ; he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face, then cast a look upon his boy ; and that ligament, fine as it was,...

A First[-fifth] Reader, 5

Jenny H. Stickney - 1892
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, the son had insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast of his coat, and was pulling it towards him. 16. The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating...

The Cabinet of Irish Literature: Selections from the Works of the ..., 1

1893
...offers he was making to his father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and h;id taken hold of the breast of his coat, and was pulling...last citadel the heart, rallied back, the film for238 239 sook his eyes for a moment; he looked up wistfully in my uucle Toby's face ; then...

The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship ...

Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast...pulling it towards him. The blood and spirits of Ie Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the...

The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gent. with A Life of the Author ...

Tristram Shandy, Gent. - 1893
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to his father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast of his coat, and was pulling it towards him.The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating...

An Introduction to the Study of English Fiction

William Edward Simonds - 1894 - 240 ˹
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast...film forsook his eyes for a moment ; he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face ; then cast a look upon his boy; and that ligament, fine...

An Introduction to the Study of English Fiction

William Edward Simonds - 1894 - 240 ˹
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast...film forsook his eyes for a moment ; he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face ; then cast a look upon his boy; and that ligament, fine...

Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern

Charles Dudley Warner - 1896
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast...waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to the last citadel, the heart, rallied back. The film forsook his eyes for a moment. He looked up wistfully...




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