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... dear , how did you feel when you were first taken ? " " After luncheon we will go to my room ; and I'll tell you word for word , and pain for pain , all about it . " Mrs. Jerome sank her voice to a whisper , unnoticed in the buzz of ...
... dear , how did you feel when you were first taken ? " " After luncheon we will go to my room ; and I'll tell you word for word , and pain for pain , all about it . " Mrs. Jerome sank her voice to a whisper , unnoticed in the buzz of ...
Side 50
... dear . In the first place , it was a night for love . The soul of love , it would seem , palpitated in the strains of music that flowed through open windows and into the scented garden . Aunt Fiske's middle- aged heart ached with the ...
... dear . In the first place , it was a night for love . The soul of love , it would seem , palpitated in the strains of music that flowed through open windows and into the scented garden . Aunt Fiske's middle- aged heart ached with the ...
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... callous . " But my dear , why worry ? Of course it was Cora , you can't trust any of them . But listen- " , and forthwith told Mrs. Jupp a tale of such amazing mystifying penetration into the MRS . JUPP AND THE CLAIRVOYANT 63.
... callous . " But my dear , why worry ? Of course it was Cora , you can't trust any of them . But listen- " , and forthwith told Mrs. Jupp a tale of such amazing mystifying penetration into the MRS . JUPP AND THE CLAIRVOYANT 63.
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... dear master and friend the glove that I have worn for sixty- five years the glove is worn out . I have been so happy up here , and never was lonely one second . " He paused for breath . Then came : " Let the rangers come up from Dinkey ...
... dear master and friend the glove that I have worn for sixty- five years the glove is worn out . I have been so happy up here , and never was lonely one second . " He paused for breath . Then came : " Let the rangers come up from Dinkey ...
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... dear - Tom dear - what can I do for you " cried the wife , smoothing his hair from his hot forehead with a linger- ing loving touch . Eliza had never treated him like that before . " If it hadn't been for the preacher you might have ...
... dear - Tom dear - what can I do for you " cried the wife , smoothing his hair from his hot forehead with a linger- ing loving touch . Eliza had never treated him like that before . " If it hadn't been for the preacher you might have ...
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Side 66 - There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, There are thousands to prophesy failure; There are thousands to point out to you one by one, The dangers that wait to assail you. But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Just take off your coat and go to it; Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing That "cannot be done,
Side 13 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified, And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
Side 57 - Me and that ass," he would say, "has been father and mother to him! Don't you," he would add, apostrophizing the helpless bundle before him, "never go back on us." By the time he was a month old, the necessity of giving him a name became apparent. He had generally been known as "the Kid...
Side 13 - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Side 66 - Somebody said that it couldn't be done, But he with a chuckle replied That " maybe it couldn't," but he would be one Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn't be done, and he did it. Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that; At least no one ever has done it...
Side 87 - It was a fine sight to see Jack holding the Luck, rocking from side to side as if with the motion of a ship, and crooning forth this naval ditty. Either through the peculiar rocking of Jack, or the length of his...
Side 56 - he said, as he extricated his finger, with perhaps more tenderness and care than he might have been deemed capable of showing. He held that finger a little apart from its fellows as he went out, and examined it curiously.
Side 58 - Call him Luck and start him fair." A day was accordingly set apart for the christening. What was meant by this ceremony the reader may imagine who has already gathered some idea of the reckless irreverence of Roaring Camp. The master of ceremonies was one " Boston," a noted wag, and the occasion seemed to promise the greatest facetiousness. This ingenious satirist had spent two days in preparing a burlesque of the church service, with pointed local allusions. The choir was properly trained, and Sandy...
Side 53 - THERE was commotion in Roaring Camp. It could not have been a fight, for in 1850 that was not novel enough to have called together the entire settlement. The ditches and claims were not only deserted, but "Tuttle's grocery" had contributed its gamblers, who, it will be remembered, calmly continued their game the day that French Pete and Kanaka Joe shot each other to death over the bar in the front room. The whole camp was collected before a rude cabin on the outer edge of the clearing. Conversation...
Side 54 - Raphael face, with a profusion of blond hair; Oakhurst, a gambler, had the melancholy air and intellectual abstraction of a Hamlet; the coolest and most courageous man was scarcely over five feet in height, with a soft voice and an embarrassed, timid manner. The term 'roughs' applied to them was a distinction rather than a definition.