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Felix Holt and Job Tudge.

From Felix Holt, the radical vol. 1, by George Eliot, London, 1899.

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Felix Holt and Job Tudge.

From Felix Holt, the radical vol. 1, by George Eliot, London, 1899.

(Source: archive.org)

Thursday, June 6, 2013
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I drowned my sorrow and found comfort
At the bottom of the sago soup.

Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by  Christian  Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.

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I drowned my sorrow and found comfort
At the bottom of the sago soup.

Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by Christian Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.

(Source: archive.org)

Thursday, May 2, 2013
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Then Mummy opened the window 
And called out our names.

Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by  Christian  Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.

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Then Mummy opened the window
And called out our names.

Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by Christian Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.

(Source: archive.org)

Thursday, May 2, 2013
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There shall we find solace and merriment.

Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by  Christian  Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.

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There shall we find solace and merriment.

Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by Christian Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.

(Source: archive.org)

Thursday, May 2, 2013
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My younger brother, Emil,
Dropped the whip and the sledge out of surprise.

Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by  Christian  Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.

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My younger brother, Emil,
Dropped the whip and the sledge out of surprise.

Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by Christian Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.

(Source: archive.org)

Wednesday, May 1, 2013
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She promised me some heart bread
I could see she gave it to Morten.

Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by  Christian  Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.

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She promised me some heart bread
I could see she gave it to Morten.

Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by Christian Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.

(Source: archive.org)

Wednesday, May 1, 2013
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One noon, between twelve and one…

Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by  Christian  Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.

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One noon, between twelve and one…

Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by Christian Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.

(Source: archive.org)

Wednesday, May 1, 2013
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Frederick Cayley Robinson, frontispiece from The blue bird, by  Maurice Maeterlinck, New York, 1920.

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Frederick Cayley Robinson, frontispiece from The blue bird, by Maurice Maeterlinck, New York, 1920.

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Saturday, April 6, 2013