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never yet seen, there to partake in the graces bestowed upon the faithful, to visit the famous churches and holy relics, to divert his thou .
done you good?" he said. "Yes. I know it has," Eleanor answered. "With your old frankness, you acknowledge it?" "Willingly." Her accent was .
r and thirst. No one had taken more than a very small piece of black bread, for we could not deprive the poor French fishermen of their sha .
his secret study at the back of his house, set all his apparatus, all the instruments of his art, in due order, for some mysterious and ex .
laughter and the cries of an unrestrained joy disturbed and alarmed the parents and kinsfolk, the priests and mourners. All lookt indignant .
d not have made a tenth part of the progress I had done. I now read fluently, and even wrote tolerably. I had read through and mastered eve .
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hose ears opened to hear, the glory and the rejoicing of the City of God, when the pilgrims were conducted to its golden gates, from the bl .
here once she piled her wood. 'T was there she bleached her linen cloth, By yonder bass-wood tree From that sweet stream she made her broth .
to get the poor fellows into the boat, you can with less difficulty drop aboard of us again." According to this plan, we ran under the ster .
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e last fond effort of affection by him who had thus been unable to provide any means of escape for himself. He, however, must have struggle .
ht about, reminded us that we had gone a long time without eating; but when we came to examine the fishermen's lockers, we found only a lit .
es not say one word about it, nor about me," said Eleanor flushing pretty deep. "There is reason for that, too. He would not allow himself .
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on the afternoons of Wednesday and Saturday, when no school was kept, the partisans of the several sections offered combat which was seldom .
had to play the part of a rich man, to squander money, to give myself airs. When one puts on the semblance of anything for a time, it will .
erent latitude of New South Wales; and Mr. Esthwaite was a good deal struck and somewhat bewildered. "You have mistaken your calling," he s .
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, "which must needs strike you with horrour, I will not again declare the wishes of my heart to you; you yourself have toucht upon them, or .