John Cassell's art treasures exhibition, Tema 142Cassell, Petter, & Galpin, 1858 - 512 páginas |
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Página 195 - For lo, as soon as the voice of thy salutation sounded in mine ears, the babe leaped in my womb for joy. And blessed is she that believed: for there shall be a performance of those things which were told her from the Lord'.
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