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e who had been all her life so tended and sheltered as she. It was strange and disagreeable. Waymarks did not seem familiar; distances seem .
er, did not utter a word of blame. He only found fault with himself. "I told you once, Jack," said he, "that I ought to have been a master, .
and comfortable; but the other---- Mr. Rhys came away very much agitated. He is not fit for it. I wish I could keep him from work for a few .
nd back its echoes shake; And, shouting peals of laughter, The trumpet rushes after, And cries: Wild spirit awake! Amid them flute-tones fl .
me of what Mr. Rhys has written to me? there is a little difference between what is sent to a Committee and what is for the private eye of .
e Menard?" "I should rather be the second choice with you, monsieur, than the first choice of any other man in the Territory." "Mademoisell .
ngth. It is measured every year at a fixed time. To cut off the tail of a Chinaman, or to pare his nails, is looked upon as a most severe p .
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through many a night. At length footsteps sounded on the stairs; the door opened without anybody knocking at it: and in came two gay masks .
y meet Mrs. Powle's notions of what it was expedient to do or suffer. A slender thread of a hope; but that was all. Supposing he came? Elea .
er office, nor interfere with it. But when he saw her getting weary of a parliamentary discussion, or a long discourse on politics or parti .
aking supper with me this night. I will be asking your leave to invite some of the gentlemen of the place, if you will say the word, Mr. Mc .
then." Thereon he poured out a glass for each of us, and winked at Sidy, as much as to say, "We understand each other--we are both of us ro .
mat before a huge round hamper, uncovered, filled with Australian fruit. This was a late arrival, brought while he had been shut up at his .
onor of George Peabody, who, remembering those days of his youth which were passed in acquiring habits of business in the place, distinguis .
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s between the vegetable beds, or her father and Rice strolling back and forth together of an evening. Each one was certain to bring her som .
ter missiles on the French commandant's stone mansion, within the fortress. In the letters of the provincial officers, it is amusing to obs .