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often among the blooms beneath the great moon—the black-haired,
Madmen,assailhimandwithslendershafts,'Gainstwhichhislifeisproof?OrponderousstonesThiswarriorchiefsha …
Maurice Frere went out indignant. This “Mr.” Dawes
SincethanIhavefeltshyatmakinginquiriesonthesubject,andthereason--ifreasontherebe--isstillamysterytom …
evident that, unless succour came in a few days, they must
Ourtroubleissoreindeedwhenyouturnawayandwillnotcomfortus.Howlongthedawnseemscomingwhenwecannotsleep! …
escaped convict — it was so evident that the escaped
THECONFIDANTOFMYJOYSANDHOPES--OneortwofriendstowhomIshowedthesepapersinMS.havingobservedthattheywere …
up the steps, depositing her there with her back to the
"DearestRuth,don'tgivewayso.Itcandonogood;itcannotbringbackthedead,"saidMr.Bellingham,distressedatwi …
with fierce impatience the thought of rest, and dragged
"Prettyview,that,"Iwouldsay,wavingmyumbrellaround."Lookatthosebluedistanthills!Thatlittlewhitespeck, …
“Cheer up, ma’am,” said Maurice, with an assumption
"Doyounoticehowheissitting?"addsanother:"rightontheedgeofthechair.""Seemstohaveplentyofcolor,"sneers …
But when morning dawned, he found that there was no need
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reason we have seen so many parrots lately; the cheucau
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“What about?” says Frere roughly. “Mamma is ill,
But,indeed,tobemisunderstoodistheshyman'sfateoneveryoccasion;andwhateverimpressionheendeavorstocreat …
like himself. The fashionable fribble, with quick instinct,
Withbelt,andspur,andbracinghuntsman'sdress.Andashetothecourt-yardpass'dalong,Eachthirdstepdidhepause …
would demand that he should be taken back as an “absconder”.
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his boys had deserted, for a hunting party from the bungalow
Toreachthefountofblood.UnnumberedwoundsByarrowdealt,orlance,thusfailtoslayThissinglewarrior.Butlo!fr …
were going to hang me once. I wish they had. My God, I
Howshemightsecrettotheforesthie;Howshemightfindtheday,sodearlyprized,Andsingtoitonelatestlullaby;How …
“There are persons,” says Sylvia, “who have no Affinity
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