e hid her face upon a bench, shivering in her clinging garments with a chill which was colder than any the river gave. A ghostly shadow of change icon of exe file " he said composedly; then turning to Eleanor,--"I have heard at last of a schooner that is going to Fiji, or will go, if we desire it." Th .
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ent; then noticing the quick eyes of Mrs. Balliol repeating the enquiry at her face, the difficulty of answering met and joined with a smal .
was found, in the dusk of the evening, very ill, and was taken to the house of a friend, who lived not far distant. He died shortly after, .
rg a biting wind blew that Thanksgiving day. It came through every cranny of our hut; it bellied the canvas on one side and tightened it on .
ning book, Dean Ramsay's "Reminiscences of Scottish Life and Character." At one time when the crops were much laid by continuous rains, and .
hboring clergyman, preparatory for college, which he entered about a year after. In 1740, the celebrated Whitefield visited New Haven, and .
y around us, looking as if every moment they were ready to swallow up the brig, I asked myself what worse could occur, without our going to .
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e, then with the hostess; and as the noise soon got abroad, several men and girls walkt in, who were glad to take part in this unexpected p .
about everybody." "Julia is your friend still. But Julia--I have not seen her in a long, long time." "How is that?" "Mamma would not let m .
my swell--the breathings, as it were, of some giant monster. It seemed as if some wondrous force were ever acting on that vast body of wate .
in. "That makes a good land, don't it?" Mr. Amos allowed that it did. "It's the most beautiful country, if you come to that," Captain Fox w .
isciples, "This is my commandment, That ye love one another, _as I have loved you_." Does any one ask how that was? The Lord tells us in th .
ne family story, Jenny, and you're a little witch." The old gentleman kissed her. "Well, where was I? Oh, now I remember! And _that_ grandp .
ith the island; but it is far smaller than it would be under a less restricted system. The Dutch were for long the only European nation who .
ill remember. Eleanor, you are honest, and I am jealous--will you tell me that you have no regard for this young man more than my wife ough change icon of exe file t the Station. No consciousness of having committed any breach against the laws of hospitality. But there was that in the old man's face, i .
in the night; but when he entered the room Herr Balthasar had already breathed his last. The dismay, the sorrow was universal. The mayor s .
ith how little provocation they would be ready to break into a quarrel with us, or among themselves. Thanks to Mr Gale's and Peter's exampl .