 | Washington Irving - 1983 - 1198 σελίδες
...critical moment a fresh likely looking woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the greybearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which frightened...mother, the tone of her voice all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name my good woman?" asked he. "Judith Gardenier." "And your... | |
 | Washington Irving, Thea Kliros - 1995 - 84 σελίδες
...been heard of since — his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself, A fresh comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray-bearded man. or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl." Rip had but one... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1998 - 840 σελίδες
...self-important man in the cocked hat retired with some precipitation. At this critical moment a fresh, comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at...mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman?" asked he. "Judith Gardenier." "And your... | |
 | Brian Thomsen - 2002 - 612 σελίδες
...critical moment a fresh likely looking woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the greybearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which frightened...mother, the tone of her voice all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name my good woman?" asked he. "Judith Gardenier." "And your... | |
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The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman? 
