Marcus Warland; or, The Long Moss spring, Bind 31 |
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... cried the father , in a softer tone , look- ing down upon a pale - cheeked , dark - haired little girl of about eight years old , fast asleep in a low cot - bed , in the back part of the room . " Poor thing ! " repeated he , stooping ...
... cried the father , in a softer tone , look- ing down upon a pale - cheeked , dark - haired little girl of about eight years old , fast asleep in a low cot - bed , in the back part of the room . " Poor thing ! " repeated he , stooping ...
Side 13
... cried , ear- nestly . " No matter how rough the bed , how coarse the fare , I will not complain ; but I cannot ride with these wild horses any farther this dark night . " " The horses are not wild , Isabel , " said her husband , with a ...
... cried , ear- nestly . " No matter how rough the bed , how coarse the fare , I will not complain ; but I cannot ride with these wild horses any farther this dark night . " " The horses are not wild , Isabel , " said her husband , with a ...
Side 14
... cried Mr Bellamy ; " but I thank you very much for your obliging offer . I know Mrs Bellamy will not refuse it . " Marcus did not like to be called a " fine boy " by the rich man whom he was about to accommodate . It sounded too ...
... cried Mr Bellamy ; " but I thank you very much for your obliging offer . I know Mrs Bellamy will not refuse it . " Marcus did not like to be called a " fine boy " by the rich man whom he was about to accommodate . It sounded too ...
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... cried Mr Bella- my , in an energetic manner . " You are still in the prime and vigour of your days . You can resume your station in society . You can give your children the blessings of civilized and social life . " " Look at this ...
... cried Mr Bella- my , in an energetic manner . " You are still in the prime and vigour of your days . You can resume your station in society . You can give your children the blessings of civilized and social life . " " Look at this ...
Side 25
... cried he , bitterly . " Oh ! miserable infatuation - unpa- ralleled madness ! " " I will try once more , " cried the weeping inebriate . " I will try , for the sake of that boy and my poor , little , motherless Katy . I thank you for ...
... cried he , bitterly . " Oh ! miserable infatuation - unpa- ralleled madness ! " " I will try once more , " cried the weeping inebriate . " I will try , for the sake of that boy and my poor , little , motherless Katy . I thank you for ...
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Alston arms arms suited Arnold Aunt Milly beautiful believe Bellamy Place blaze bless blush bosom bound in cloth breathed brother brow burning cabin cheek Cloth gilt Cora countenance cried dance dark Delaval door Engravings exclaimed eyes face father feel ferryman's Florence Foolscap 8vo fountain gazed gentle gentleman GEORGE Delaval Gilt leaves girl glance grace gratitude hair hand Hannibal happy haughty head heart Hickory Hill honour hope knew L'éclair lady letter Letty light lips little Katy Long Moss Spring looked Marcus bent Marcus Warland Master Marcus mistress Morocco elegant mulatto Neatly bound negro never nigger night passion Pellam poor promise Rosa round Royal 32mo seemed shade side sister slave smile soul spect spirit sunbright sweet tell thing thought tion tone turned Uncle Simon voice waves wild wish Wood Lawn young master youth
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