Weir of Hermiston
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For Smiling On a Cloudy Day
Weir of HermistonRobert Louis Stevenson “Miss Christina, if you please, Mr. Weir,” she interrupted. “I canna bear the contraction.” “You forget it has a friendly sound for me. Your aunt is an old friend of mine, and a very good one. I hope we shall see much of you at Hermiston?” “My aunt and my Continue reading