[18]...till upon my looking grave,it desisted—the best dancer,I was saying,in the county,till a cruel disease,called cancer,came,and bowed her down with pain; but it could never bend her good spirits,or make them stoop,but they were still upright,because ......(本文共 2837 字) [阅读本文] >>


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