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Anthony Trollope, writer Lock & Whitfield

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Mr. Anthony Trollope, 24 April 1815 – 6 December 1882, English Novelist of the Victorian Era Anonymous

English Novelist Anthony Trollope Anonymous

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Marion Fay: A Novel Anonymous

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Marion Fay: A Novel, She Had Turned Towards Him, and Was Sitting Before Him with Her Face Looking Into His,... Anonymous

Black Spirits and White: Cosmo, I Do So Want to Love You If You Will Let Me! Anonymous

That Wild Wheel Anonymous

Black Spirits and White: I Have Found It! Anonymous

Black Spirits and White: I Do Wish You'D Try to Get Out Into the Air, Nony. Anonymous

Black Spirits and White: I Am Your Papa, Enone Anonymous

Black Spirits and White: Have You Got Any Champagne Fit to Drink? Anonymous

That Wild Wheel, You Will Hardly Remember Me, I'm Afraid, Said the Newcomer Anonymous

Marion Fay: A Novel, Mr. Greenwood Was Seated on the Edge of His Chair Rubbing His Two Hands Together. Anonymous

Black Spirits and White: Major Maude and Rosamond in the Phaeton Anonymous

Marion Fay: A Novel: I Had Thought Mrs. Roden Was Here, Said Lord Hampstead Anonymous

Black Spirits and White: My Lady in Her Energy Had Sat Upright on the Sofa, Her Cheeks Were Burning Red,... Anonymous

Marion Fay: A Novel, They Were in Each Other's Arms Before a Word Was Spoken Between Them. Anonymous

Marion Fay: A Novel, Yes, My Lord, It's Me. I Am Crocker. You Remember Me, My Lord, Down in Cumberland? Anonymous

Marion Fay: A Novel, Put Your Hand on Mine, Dear, and Leave It There. Anonymous

Marion Fay: A Novel: Here the Poor Mother Sobbed, Almost Overcome by the Contumely of the Expression Used Towards Her... Anonymous

Marion Fay: A Novel, She Read the Letter a Dozen of Times, Pressing It to Her Bosom Anonymous

Marion Fay: A Novel, Go to Sleep, My Darling, My Darling, My Darling! She Said, Kissing Him Again and Again. Anonymous

Marion Fay: A Novel: You Will Give Me Your Hand, Marion. She Gave It to Him, and He Covered It... Anonymous

Marion Fay: A Novel Anonymous

Marion Fay: A Novel, a Direct and Premeditated Falsehood on the Part of Them All! Said Lady Kingsbury, Standing Over... Anonymous

Marion Fay: A Novel, As He Stood by the Grave Side, One Came Softly Stealing Up to Him, and Laid... Anonymous