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with blinders. I wondered how this queer headgear came to have been made, and recalled my aunt's amusement at the care exercised as to its form and material. F .
nded me, as I came nearer the gardens of Walnut Grove, that what McLane had called the great fandango in honour of Sir William Howe was in full activity. Here i .
onderin' if you'd never git up here. Surely, you've heard abeout this drefful thing, ain't you?" Janice knew there was no use in evasion with Mrs. Scattergood. .
delight, stood for a moment, then, shutting tight her eyes, ran back whence she came; at the door she stopped. "Carmencita! Carmencita!" It was Van Landing's vo .
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them quite well, although we didn't know much about them." "Don't you recollect," Miss Elyot continued, "meeting this very Mr. Henshaw at a big garden party th .
e impossible to describe the wild grace and beauty of it--or the dignity. "If ever I should, I shall have Maurice!" says she coldly. Hescott looks at her. Of co .
uccess. "Hand me your sword-belt," cried the sergeant to a comrade. With the belt he thrashed Peter until he himself grew tired, but neither word nor cry did he .
hat I had been wronged, than the pain of the blows, which troubled me. After school, refusing speech to any, I walked home, and ministered to my poor little bru .
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ographical works. The compiler has been indefatigable for some years past in registering the titles of rare books as they occurred at public sales. Mr. Collier' .
der?" "That is not the question," says Margaret coldly, who has now recovered herself. "My thought was that perhaps Maurice might not approve of this most harml .
s half full of brandy, he handed it to me; taking it, I drained every drop. I then commenced to warm my half-frozen body, but during the operation I was very si .
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