Cora never could look anything but a true lady, and that hers was the sweetest, dearest face one could see. She pressed a fluttering little kiss on her brow, and exclaimed — "You look very nice, my pet; and now let us hurry down, for the first gong... Cora; Or, Three Years of a Girl's Life - Página 34 de Matilda Mary Pollard - 1882 - 207 páginas Vista completa -
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