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little woman in Robbery under Arms

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1888
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little woman in Robbery under Arms

the way the pirate captain ruled 'em. Chapter 34 We were desperate fidgety and anxious till the day came. While we were getting ready two or three things went wrong, of course. Jim got a letter from Jeanie, all the way from Melbourne, where she'd gone. It seems she'd got her money from the bank--Ji…

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2,633
Year
1,888
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Record ID
2633
Source
Project Gutenberg
Publication
Robbery under Arms: A Story of Life and Adventure in the Bush and in the Australian Goldfields; Rolf Boldrewood
Published
1888; Project Gutenberg public-domain transcription
Narrative type
Retellings and Adaptations
Public-text label
little woman
Archive period
Gold Rush Colonial
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Australia (Australia): B
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the way the pirate captain ruled 'em. Chapter 34 We were desperate fidgety and anxious till the day came. While we were getting ready two or three things went wrong, of course. Jim got a letter from Jeanie, all the way from Melbourne, where she'd gone. It seems she'd got her money from the bank--Jim's share of the gold--all right. She was a saving, careful little woman, and she told him she'd enough to keep them both well for four or five years, anyhow. What she wanted him to do was to promise that he'd never be mixed up in any more dishonest work, and to come away down to her at once. 'It was the easiest thing in the world,' she.

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