 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 - ˹éÒ 5131894ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - à¡ÕèÂǡѺ˹ѧÊ×ÍàÅèÁ¹Õé
 | Arthur Quiller-Couch - 1925 - 1092 ˹éÒ
...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... | |
 | Charles Townsend Copeland - 1926 - 1687 ˹éÒ
...hold of the breast of his coat, and was pulling it towards him. The blood and spirits of Le Fever, u u u u uNlzsbr s terfr k t wishfully in my uncle Toby's face, then cast a look upon his boy, and that ligament, fine as it was,... | |
 | Charles Townsend Copeland - 1926 - 1687 ˹éÒ
...Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up Scribner's sons Fever, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heart... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1926
...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... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1949 - 591 ˹éÒ
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 | Thomas Yoseloff - 1945 - 232 ˹éÒ
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