. There is a lot of meat in this book (not intended as a pun), and the reader will finish it with his or her eyes filled with wonderment. W cycle icon , it is mere disease in you that makes you so unreasonably averse to all such amusements." "Which of us has the fairest claim to be called .
r sleigh-rides? Is there nothing available in our peculiarities of climate, scenery, customs, and political institutions? Does the Yankee l .
d bless the beds of the two. The bells intoned with them, and a sinking wind carried a lighter ripple against the house. "Send them out," s .
ickest set of flannels; I said yer best. When a man gits throwed out onto the ice ker flump, the thickness of his clo'es ain't goin' to hel .
Julia at her side. "Eleanor," she said wistfully, "are you _sorry_ to be at home again?" "I am glad to see you, darling; and papa, and mam .
savage part I found. If of art I aught could ken, Well behoved me use it then. More I look鈥檇, the more I deem鈥檇 That it wild and d .
erstand the long-drawn breaths which I hear from you every now and then?" Mrs. Caxton was twisting up paper lighters. She was rarely withou .
ent out and presently came back again. I was afraid I had offended him, and I was a good deal troubled; but I did not know what to say. He .
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ady was the poor girl left alone in the world. Her father's corpse lay on the sofa, and she had fallen in a swoon across it. I did not go a .
iend has told me much good of you, so that I have long lookt forward with pleasure to becoming acquainted with you. Only you must by no mea .
ime; goaded himself to constant toil and devotional exercise, and, to use his own words, "stirred up his sluggish soul to speak to sinners .
work. Grapes and peaches and pears and apricots were crowded side by side in rich and beautiful abundance and confusion. Eleanor sat looki .
d gooseberry and the red-flowered currant, and berberry with its luxuriant yellow bloom, and the almond, and a magnificent magnolia blossom .
and Mrs. Esthwaite; no private talk was possible. Mr. Esthwaite engaged him immediately in an earnest but desultory conversation, about Sy .
e been reverential, you know. Now, my young cousin!--" "Mr. Amos," said Eleanor aside to him and colouring deeply, "if there are any letter .
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