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not relying on the bounty and mercy of Heaven, and waiting for her return with a little more calmness and patience?" Ambrosio cast a dark .
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t believing his own ears. "Why, Cap'n Sam'l, don't yew know that I'm a doomed man? I got the 'narvous hysterics.'" "Yew got the pip!" retor .
and went out of the room. Eleanor felt almost stunned with surprise and discomfort. This was the second time, in the few days that she had .
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f a contrite spirit, humbled in view of the past, yet full of thanksgiving and praise for the great boon of forgiveness. A writer who was p .
after hour we continued the chase, till the French coast rose clear and distinct on our starboard-bow. Jacob Lyal and I were at this time .
e and Samuel were bearing each other company in the mess-room. Abe lay asleep on the carpet-covered sofa which had been dragged out of the .
handed down to the remotest ages one of the names of the pertinacious censor of the Claudian house. To the Commonwealth, perpetually engag .
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 .
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