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leanor,"--said Mr. Carlisle. "I do not think of it--you need not. Macintosh, I want to ask a favour of you." She turned to him, without rai .
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Now, go to work and write it, and I will deliver the best." He chose the one prepared by Adams. CHAPTER VII. I trust it will not be though .
e letter ran: DEAR BETSY ANN: I never felt better in my life. Ain't been sick a minute. Just made up my mind I was a old fool, and was goin .
irm kisses fell upon her lips. But instead of "good night," Mrs. Caxton's words were, "Do you pray for yourself, Eleanor?" Eleanor dropped .
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became a scholar, wrote essays, systems of philosophy, poems: those who could not read were sure I was blaspheming God and Christianity, a .
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HAPTER XVIII THE DISABLED VETERAN General Putnam was sixty-one years old at the time of his famous exploit at Horseneck, and apparently in .
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