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facing life's winter-time? Even this dreaded day had not taken one fraction of a shade from the glory of the roses, as Angeline could see .
s. He thought too of that hateful witch who was so entangled in his fate, and of that Crescentia who had appeared to him and then vanisht a .
gger in his high-uplifted hand. Now she was at the end of the passage ... she could go no further ... he reacht her. His maskt friends and .
He was as gentle as the day. "What did you find in that cottage to give your thoughts so profound a turn?" said Mr. Carlisle at last. "A si .
y to bide another opportunity. Mr. Rhys gave her something else to do, as he had said. The boxes had in part been brought from the schooner .
g dared to by all the younger sisters, he had waggishly brushed his beard against Aunt Nancy Smith's cheek, and then he had taken his place .
sea, and as holy, for that matter. In Humanity, as in Christ Jesus, as Paul says, 'there is neither Jew nor Greek.' And there ought to be n .
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xton got out the plan of her garden, and began to consider in detail its arrangements, with a view to coming operations. It was pleasant to .
pot of ground where were ten boiling springs; and until that Sunday, one of them had been the due appointed place for cooking human bodies. .
ng at it. She was in a working dress, of the brown stuff her aunt's maids wore at home; short sleeves left her arms bare to the elbow; and .
Aunt Caxton, this is like the very same evening that I was here last." "It is almost a year," said Mrs. Caxton. Neither added anything to t .
hat the time of parting drew near. It came and was gone, and Eleanor was alone on the deck of the "Diana;" and in that last moment of trial .
nterrogating call, made while she keenly listened with lifted face, had its only response in a mutter from Wachique, who feared any invocat .
and this the first day ye're mounted to save the Union!" "Stop coddin' the boy, Corporal," said Bader, angrily. "You can't think how an Ame .
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a whaler with a full hold; and little Jim, the smallest boy on board, blubbered as if his heart would break at the loss of one whom he had .
I," said Mr. Carlisle. "Will you let us have some supper here, by this fire--and I think Eleanor had better have a cup of tea; as I cannot .
working on the Sabbath--not to lose all that milk. It is one seventh of all they have." Mrs. Caxton replied in a very quiet manner,--"'Tho .
but drunk with beer and rage only lifted up his fist, and thrust it so violently into the storyteller's face, that he instantly tumbled fro .
ell for scare mosquitoes," said she. "Sit down, M'sieu. For sure I like to be here, me, for see the river when she's like this." Indeed the .
everal men, were unable to shorten sail. The boats were far out of sight, as they believed, to windward. In vain they endeavoured to beat u .