... it fancy? I saw a flush O'er the coarse cheeks of that Coster rush, "Stash it!" he murmured. A Coster blush? Oh, what a surprise! SALLIE,—she clung to his muscular arm— With a look half lovingness, half alarm, He stooped and—kissed her! Now, was it your ... — Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 101. October 3rd, 1891 • Various Read full book for free!
... "Come, stash your gab, my lad," said Green contemptuously, addressing him just as he would any other of the birds he was accustomed to capture. "It's not your stiff that ... — Hard Cash • Charles Reade Read full book for free!
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