 It was now dead winter, and, of course, the snow several feet deep on the ground, and the weather piercing cold. It was my habit, when I had done my morning's writing, to go out at break of day to take a walk on a hill at the foot of which our barracks...  The Life of William Cobbett - Seite 45von William Cobbett - 1835 - 216 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
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...day to take a walk on a hill at the foot of which our barracks lay. In about three mornings after I had first seen her, I had, by an invitation to breakfast...It was hardly light, but she was out on the snow, scrubhing out a washing-tub. ' That's the girl for me,' said I, when we hud got out of her heating.... | |
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