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...Excerpt: Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside, and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead, carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it, as if his constitution were analogous to that of a muffin, and it was essential to toast him brown while he was very...

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...oom in the great arm-chair by the bedside, and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead, care- fully disposed on a low settee immediately in... ...tching as they go—while the countenance of Son was crossed with a thousand little creases, which the same deceitful Time would take delight in smoothi... ...d phos- phorescently in the feeble rays of the distant fire. Son, with his little fists curled up and clenched, seemed, in his feeble way , to be squa... ...em promise of fair weather; winds blew for or against their enter- prises; stars and planets circled in their orbits, to preserve in- violate a system... ...stice. He was not a man of whom it could properly be said that he was ever startled, or shocked; but he certainly had a sense within him, that if his ... ...e in their senses would believe.’ ‘One mass of babies!’ repeated Mr Chick, staring with an alarmed expression about him. ‘It would have occurred to mo... ... youth,’ said Mr Dombey, quickly answering what he mistrusted was a shrewd twinkle of the frosty eye, ‘his youth is a more appropriate expression. Now...

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...nd inaction of a sick-room. Before I had been confined to it many days, everything else seemed to have retired into a remote distance where there was little or no separation between the various stages of my life which had been really divided by years. In falling ill, I seemed to have crossed a dark lake and to have left all my experiences, mingled together by the great dis...

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...rything else seemed to have retired into a remote distance where there was little or no separation between the various stages of my life which had bee... ...er distressed my mind exceedingly. At once a child, an elder girl, and the little woman I had been so happy as, I was not only oppressed by cares and ... ...ome where in great black space, there was a flaming necklace, or ring, or starry circle of some kind, of which I was one of the beads! And when my on... ...y understood. I was in this state when I first shrunk from the light as it twinkled on me once more, and knew with a boundless joy for which no words ... ...ed or died. Charley had been true to me in that time of need, and with her little hand and her great heart had kept the door fast. But now, my sight s... ...was so strange to me that I think I should have put my hands before it and started back but for the encouragement I have mentioned. Very soon it becam... ...e glass when Charley came in on tiptoe. “Dear, dear, miss!” cried Charley, starting. “Is that you?” “Yes, Charley,” said I, quietly putting up my hair... ...fler. “You know life, you know, sir,” says Mr. Bucket with a complimentary twinkle of his eye and crook of his finger, “and you can confirm what I’ve ... ...their ground there, with their source of life half frozen and half thawed, twinkle gaspingly like fiery fish out of wa ter—as they are. The world, wh...

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...Excerpt: As little recked Fitzjocelyn of the murmurs which he had provoked, as he guessed the true secret of his victory. In his eyes, it was the triumph of merit over prejudice, and Mrs. Frost espoused the same gratifying view, though a...

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...nt came— ‘O thought unworthy of my race!’ —The Lord of the Isles. AS LITTLE RECKED Fitzjocelyn of the murmurs which he had provoked, as he guess... ...om thence. When he came to take up his credentials, he found James and his little black leathern bag, determined to come at least to Ebbscreek with hi... ...ing in his demi-boat, and gave his former lodgers a hearty welcome, but he twinkled knowingly with his eye, and so significantly volunteered to inform... ...old, and that Lady Conway’s kindness never varies; and she told me she had little fear but that her dear mamma would be prevailed on to give sanction ... ...n nature must needs paint a lover, and it was all to melt her heart. I was starting off to fetch you, when I found she was in great ter- ror. She had ... ... her, I’ll be off. I’ll send her a note; we will cross to Bickleypool, and start by the mail-train this very night.’ Louis made no objection, and Jame... ... while he, remembering former passages, felt that his father might be less startling and more persuasive, but began to understand what James must have... ... air in a 224 Dynevor Terrace V olume II hush! and the very star seems to twinkle quietly!’ They stood still without speaking to enjoy that sense of ... ...m keenly, and noted every question or remark he made on the accounts; then twinkled his eyes with satisfac- tion as he hit more than one of the very b...

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........................................................................ 88 A LITTLE PREP .................................................................. ...ng STALKY & CO. By Rudyard Kipling “Let us now praise famous men”— Men of little showing— For their work continueth, And their work continueth, Grea... ...xpeditious, wise and best— T o obey your orders. Some beneath the further stars Bear the greater burden. Set to serve the lands they rule, (Save he ... ...eir Today Bought for us T omorrow! Bless and praise we famous men Men of little showing! For their work continueth And their work continueth Broad a... ... their own virtue. “And even if it wasn’t,” said Stalky, flat on his back, staring into the blue. “Even suppose we were miles out of bounds, no one co... ...stumped up for this, Stalky?” It was within a month of term end, and blank starvation had reigned in the studies for weeks. “You,” said Stalky, serene... ... Head’s neck— “you’ve got something up your sleeve. Con- fess! I know that twinkle.” “Can’ t you see, you cuckoo?” a Submarine Miner interrupted. “Cra... ...aren’t they keen on it?” said McT urk, speaking for the first time, with a twinkle in his deep-set eyes. “Why aren’t you in it, though, Willy?” “Oh, I... ...rt either. D’you remember our ‘Evening with Shakespeare’?” The Head’s eyes twinkled. “Or the humor- ous gentleman with the magic lantern?” “ An’ who t...

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... only a gleam of purple light rested on the top of the eastern hills, but was gradually fading away, though the sky to the westward still preserved a little pale golden light by the help of the descending crescent moon....

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...as gradually fading away, though the sky to the westward still preserved a little pale golden light by the help of the descending crescent moon. ‘Go a... ...crescent moon. ‘Go away, horned moon,’ murmured the boy. ‘I want to see my stars come out before Hob comes to call me home, and the goats are getting ... ...l as bigger, and thou mightst let me 4 The Herd Boy and His Hermit see my star to-night! Ah! there is one high in the sunset, pale and fair, but not ... ...is one high in the sunset, pale and fair, but not mine! That’s the evening star —one of the wanderers. Is it the same as comes in the morning betimes,... ...when we do not have it at night? Like that it shines with steady light and twinkles not. I would that I knew! There! there’s mine, my own star, far up... ...ew, and he made his way from one to the other, calling out cheerily to the little figure that he began to discern in the fading light, and who answere... ... rustic shepherd boy; but noth- ing was said till he had waded through the little narrow stream, and set her down on a fairly firm clump of grass on t...

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...Excerpt: Yes indeed, I say to myself, pen in hand, I can keep hold of the thread and let it lead me back to the first impression. The little story is all there, I can touch it from point to point; for the thread, as I call it, is a row of colored beads on a string. None of the beads are missing--at least I think they?re not: that?s exactly what I shall amus...

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...es Glasses by Henry James CHAPTER I Y es indeed, I say to myself, pen in hand, I can keep hold of the thread and let it lead me back to the first impr... ... and cooled my eyes with the purple sea. The place was full of lodgings, and the lodgings were at that season full of people, people who had nothing t... ..., and the lodgings were at that season full of people, people who had nothing to do but to stare at one another on the great flat down. There were tho... ...ne another on the great flat down. There were thou- sands of little chairs and almost as many little Jews; and there was music in an open rotunda, ove... ...begun to know her. I couldn’t have said what I felt about her except that she was undefended; from the first of my sitting with her there after dinner... ...ed and sustained. I remember taking him at first for a foreigner and for some- thing of a pretender: I scarce know why unless because of the motive I ... ...pted by a luxuriant foreground. Before I had gained her house I met her, as I supposed, coming toward me across the down, greeting me from afar with t...

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... not disposed to personal irony when speaking of her. It is otherwise in his case and a general fling at the sex we may deem pardonable, for doing as little harm to womankind as the stone of an urchin cast upon the bosom?...

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...s case and a general fling at the sex we may deem pardonable, for doing as little harm to wom- ankind as the stone of an urchin cast upon the bosom of... ...rocket- headed horde, ever at the heels of fair faces for ignition, and up starring away at a hint of tearfulness; excepting further by chance a solid... ...d marchio- ness adds, that it was no wonder she was late, ‘for just before starting from home she had broken loose from her husband for good, and she ... ...if her story had not to be told. But these are not reporting columns; very little of it shall trouble them. The position is faced, and that is all. Th... ...ur Poet, between whom and us yawn Time’s most hollow jaws. Surely we owe a little to Time, to cheer his progress; a little to posterity, and to our co... ... up at Mr. Redworth, whose brows bore the knot of perplexity over a strong stare. He, too, stamped the words on his memory, to see subsequently whethe... ... shepherd might go; he would not carry his flock with him. But was there a twinkle of probabil- ity in the story? … that article! Dacier was unable to... ... she vas not like the idol women of imperishable type, who are never for a twinkle the prey of the blood: statues created by man’s common desire to im...

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... teapots, tankards, trays, &c. of precious metal. Among authors, however, bullion is a much rarer commodity than paper, whereof I beg you to accept a little in the shape of this small volume. It contains a few notes of a voyage which your skill and kindness rendered doubly pleasant; and of which I don?t think there is any recollection more agreeable than that it was the oc...

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...ullion is a much rarer commodity than paper, whereof I beg you to accept a little in the shape of this small volume. It contains a few notes of a voya... ...December 24, 1845. PREFACE ON THE 20TH OF AUGUST, 1844, the writer of this little book went to dine at the—Club, quite unconscious of the wonderful ev... ...see a noble full moon sinking westward, and millions of the most brilliant stars shining overhead. The night was so serenely pure, that you saw them i... ...n to enjoy. They are coming away from London parties at this time:the dear little eyes are closed in sleep under mother’s wing. How far off city cares... ...stance the heart broods over them, bright and wakeful like yonder peaceful stars over- head. THE DAY WA S AS FINE and calm as the night; at seven bell... ...o be so tremendous, that he may order it to stop, to move, to go larboard, starboard, or what you will; and the captain dare only disobey him suo peri... ...at jolly old Mussulman happy with a quart of the raisin wine; and his eyes twinkled with every fresh glass, and he wiped his old beard delighted, and ... ...ful with herbs and various foliage, in the midst of which the white houses twinkle. I can see a little mina- ret, and some spreading palm-trees; but, ... ... sitting in easy devotion. Pictures, images, gilding, tinsel, wax candles, twinkle all over the place; and ten thousand ostrichs’ eggs (or any lesser ...

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...A new comer of any age or either sex was an impressive curiosity in the poor little shabby village of St. Petersburg. This boy was well dressed, too —... ...on. He had a citified air about him that ate into Tom’s vitals. The more Tom stared at the splendid marvel, the higher he turned up his nose at his fi... ...d and a pup. I’ll tell my big brother on you, and he can thrash you with his little finger, and I’ll make him do it, too.” “What do I care for your bi... ...m the “next time he caught him out.” To which Tom responded with jeers, and started off in high feather, and as soon as his back was turned the new ... ... near, he slackened speed, took the middle of the street, leaned far over to star board and rounded to ponderously and with laborious pomp and circum... ...ed, more and more absorbed. Presently he said: “Say, Tom, let ME whitewash a little.” Tom considered, was about to consent; but he altered his mind: “... ...Tom, it did do you good.” Tom looked up in her face with just a perceptible twinkle peeping through his gravity. “I know you was meaning for the best...

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...bounded applause both at the “Surrey” and “The Wells.” Mrs. Crump sat in a little bar, profusely orna- mented with pictures of the dancers of all ages... ...ent into the parlour of the hotel, there was Mrs. Crump taking tea (with a little something in it), looking at the fashions, or reading 4 Men’s Wives... ...he “Royal Bootjack,” though a humble, was a very genteel house; and a very little persuasion would induce Mr. Crump, as he looked at his own door in t... ... I, Egg? a chip of the old block, hay?” “That you are,” said the perfumer, starting up. “An ‘air-dresser?” asked Mrs. Crump. “Well, I thought he was; ... ...Perhaps you recollect,— “‘Tink-a-tink, tink-a-tink, By the light of the star, On the blue river’s brink, I heard a guitar. “‘I heard a guitar, O... ... hold of a lock of her hair very gently with his hand, she cried “Oh!” and started with all her might. And Mr. Eglantine observed very gravely, “Capti... ...ow calash, with a pair of bay horses and a postilion in a drab jacket that twinkled with innumerable buttons, and I was too much occupied in admir- in... ...f a glass of maraschino with a trembling pudgy hand, every finger of which twinkles with a dozen, at least, of old rings. She has a story about every ...

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...ery, far from it. The Tragedy of Pudd nhead Wilson - Mark Twain 3 He was a little rusty on his law, but he rubbed up for this book, and those two or... ...three brick stores, three stories high, towered above interjected bunches of little frame shops. Swinging signs creaked in the wind the street’s whole... ...mmit. Steamboats passed up and down every hour or so. Those belonging to the little Cairo line and the little Memphis line always stopped; the big Orl... ...n intelligent blue eye that had frankness and comradeship in it and a covert twinkle of a pleasant sort. But for an un fortunate remark of his, he wo... ...rl’ is all over—dey don’t sell po’ niggers down the river over yonder.” She stared toward the door, crooning to the child and hush ing it; midway sh... ...all day; but the young fellows set a tailor to work that night, and when Tom started out on his parade next morning, he found the old deformed Negro b... ...large offers; but the thought revolted their pride, and they said they would starve and die first. But what they wouldn’t consent to do, we had to do ...

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...I call it bread and scrape!” solemnly said Sam. “It only has butter in the little holes of it, not at the top, Miss Fosbrook,” said, in an odd pleadin... ...ur brother is quite right; I am as much an infant in the eye of the law as little George.” “There, I said I would!” cried Henry; “didn’t I, Sam?” “Did... ...nt blank, Henry, than tried to find out in a sidelong way.” Henry looked a little surly; and Elizabeth, a nice-looking girl, who sat next to him and w... ...sbrook.” “Rude, but honest,” said Miss Fosbrook; and Susan’s hon- est eyes twinkled, as much as to say, “I like that;” but she said, “I don’t believe ... ...Hal! Hal!” “I want to know,” continued David, who had been digest- ing the startling fact, “how the pig swings the bag on his back? I don’t think ours... ...diculous parasol like Ida Greville, when she would see poor Hannah Higgins starving at her feet.” Elizabeth bit her lip, and tossed up her head; the t... ...A body can’t hear a word,” was all the answer they got; whereupon they all started to- gether again, and Purday went on with his mixture as if they ha... ...er fear my being disappointed, sir,” said the free-spo- ken Purday, with a twinkle of his eye, which Hal understood so well that he burst out, “Ah! yo...

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...e of sorrow is comparison! As the sun casteth shade, night showeth star, We, measuring what we were by what we are, Behold the de... ...sdom to a hungry stomach is thin pottage,’ saith the shrewd reader of men. Little comfort was there with Shibli Bagarag, as he looked on the city of S... ...d, he lifted his sight, and lo, the old woman was no longer before him! He stared, and rubbed his eyes, but she was clean gone. Then ran he to the kno... ... pro- fusion of hair, unequalled by all around him, save by one that was a little behind, shadowed by his presence. So Shibli Bagarag thought, ‘Is one... ...reets of the city and in the air above them, as of raging Genii, he like a started quarry doubling this way and that, and at the corners of streets an... ... what is written, If thou wouldst take the great leap, be ready for the little jump, and he stretched out his mouth to the forehead of the old woma... ...was left a babe on the bosom of a dead mother.’ He exclaimed, and his eyes twinkled, ‘’Tis that? that shalt thou know in a span of time. O my mistress... ...lade, and the kite pecking fiercely at her. Thereat he fluttered eagerly a twinkle of time, and the next was down with his beak in the neck of the kit...

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...to write about. This so strangely negative but disturbing mood lasted some little time; and then, as with many of my longer stories, the first hint fo... ...rising, so venturesome, so in- teresting; bits of strange coasts under the stars, shad- ows of hills in the sunshine, men’s passions in the dusk, goss... ...American girlhood I wouldn’t dare to affirm. But, for me, she is. Always a little in the back- ground by the side of her father (my venerated friend) ... ... a few days. Thus accompanied, and with revolvers at their belts, they had started to chop their way with machetes through the thorny scrub on the nec... ...e crew of a coasting schoo- ner, lying becalmed three miles off the shore, stared at it with amazement till dark. A negro fisherman, living in a lonel... ...t with amazement till dark. A negro fisherman, living in a lonely hut in a little bay near by, had seen the start and was on the lookout for some sign... ...ot. “Our consuls get their mouths stopped with them,” he continued, with a twinkle of genial scorn in his eyes. But in a moment he became grave. “A co... ...e distance from the tea-table. With his knees close together, and a kindly twinkle of drollery in his deep-set eyes, he would throw his small and iron... ...en shoots to the unresting batteries of stamps; the lights of San Tome had twinkled night after night upon the great, limitless shadow of the Campo; e...

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...u had noticed anything about him, it would have been chiefly to notice how little he was noticeable. He wore the black morning coat, the black tie, an... ...ods he had shown you, have put on one side those you selected, extracted a little book with a carbon leaf and a tinfoil sheet from a fixture, made you... ...book with a carbon leaf and a tinfoil sheet from a fixture, made you out a little bill in that weak flourishing hand peculiar to drapers, and have baw... ...ees. “I wish,” said he, with a catch in his voice, “I wish you’d leave off staring at me.” Then with the air of one who has delivered an ultimatum, he... ...th-keeper never moved. Possibly he raised his eye- brows, and certainly he stared harder than he did before. “You’re pretty unsociable,” he said slowl... ...nough to speak to you? Been struck wooden all of a sudden?” Mr. Hoopdriver stared into the Immensity of the Future. He was rigid with emotion. It was ... ...ver’s hero into something entirely worldly, subtly rakish, with a humorous twinkle in the eye and some gallant sinning in the background. You should h...

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...ounting. It is still a good way from the head of the tallest of men to the stars; so they had their work before them; but, as they observed, they were... ...in it”; and Mr. Pericles assented bluntly: “In ze light!”—which sounded so little satisfactory that Arabella explained, “I mean the aspect;” and havin... ...tly uneducated. “ A professional?” whispered Adela to Arabella. She wanted little invitation to exhibit her skill, at all events, for, at a word, the ... ...nown to them, they were louder in their applause, which seemed to make the little person very happy. “You are sure it pleases you?” she exclaimed. The... ...h her. T alking in this manner, and leisurely marching homeward, they were startled to hear Mr. Pericles, who had wrapped himself impenetrably in the ... ...e and there, Lady Gosstre’s walk, the way to shuffle men and women, how to start themes for them to converse upon, and so forth. Not Juno and her Cour... ...e of the song and the singer were strange, many of the older fellows’ eyes twinkled, and their mouths pursed with a kind of half- protesting pleasure.... ...easure, while you groan and sweat—mon Dieu! it is sla- very.” Mr. Pericles twinkled his white eyes over the blinking mer- chant, and rose from his cha... ...oeuvre like that was poor; and besides, he had seen the sallow eyes give a twinkle more than once. Now, on the Besworth night, Georgiana Ford had stud...

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... head engaged inside a white shirt irritatingly stuck together by too much starch, I desired him peevishly to “heave round with that breakfast.” I wan... ...ously slurred over. I dragged the shirt violently over my head and emerged staring. “So early!” I cried. “Who’s he? What does he want?” On coming in f... ...one has to pick up the conditions of an utterly unrelated existence. Every little event at first has the peculiar emphasis of novelty. I was greatly s... ... apolo- getically. “We have been sixty-one days at sea, you know.” A quiet little laugh, with a “That’ll be all right, Captain,” was his answer. All t... ...fter sixty-one days at sea, out 8 A Smile of Fortune of a totally unknown little town in an island one has never seen before? What were (besides suga... ...ne of the dishes. Posed sentimentally by the sideboard, the steward gave a start. “Lor’, no, sir! It’s real mutton!” Mr. Burns got through his breakfa... ...edibly vulgarised by his smart shore togs, with a jaunty air and an odious twinkle in his eye. Being asked to sit down he laid his hat and stick on th...

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...m some other quarters it has been censured with an asperity which I was as little pre- pared to expect, and which my judgment, as well as my feel- ing... ...ous, it cannot greatly signify to those who know him only by his works. As little, I should think, can it matter whether the writer so designated is a... ...gure, a round face, bright, blooming cheeks, glossy, clustering curls, and little merry brown eyes. I need not tell you this was my sister Rose. She i... ... and come to the fire, while Rose gets the tea ready; I’m sure you must be starved;—and tell me what you’ve been about all day;—I like to know what my... ...t in it by its new inhabitant. I did not like to go quite to the front and stare in at the gate; but I paused beside the garden wall, and looked, and ... ...ld!’ she said, in a voice scarce louder than a whisper, but with a tone of startling vehemence, and, seizing the boy, she snatched him from me, as if ... ...ent distortions of her wrinkled physiognomy, and the winking and malicious twinkle of her little ugly eyes, I judged it was some spicy piece of scanda... ...h. You’re not afraid of her, are you, Helen?’ he asked, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. ‘Of course not,’ I answered: ‘why should I? And who be... ... his 296 The Tenant of Wildfell Hall brazen brow, and the sly, malicious, twinkle of his eye. ‘Well, sir?’ said Hargrave, interrogatively, and with t...

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...to be the inevitable next step,’ said Gudrun. Ursula pondered this, with a little bitterness. She was a class mis- tress herself, in Willey Green Gram... ...f pettiness, the long amorphous, gritty street. She was ex- posed to every stare, she passed on through a stretch of tor- ment. It was strange that sh... ...ed over their coarse aprons, standing gossiping at the end of their block, stared after the Brangwen sisters with that long, unwearying stare of abori... ...tage gardens of Willey Green, currant- bushes were breaking into leaf, and little flowers were com- ing white on the grey alyssum that hung over the s... ...hurch. There, in the lowest bend of the road, low under the trees, stood a little group of expectant people, waiting to see the wedding. The daughter ... ... and saw the bride and her father standing on the path above him. A queer, startled look went over his face. He hesitated for a moment. Then he gather... ...s short, fair moustache closely clipped, his eyes with their humorous kind twinkle, which was so deceptive. He was dressed in black, his clothes sat w... ... second shot?’ asked Birkin. ‘Gudrun and me,’ said Gerald, the venturesome twinkle in his eyes. Birkin looked at him steadily, as if somewhat taken ab... ...gled and whispered among them- selves. Gerald watched them with the steady twinkle in his eyes. They were urging the Pussum to something. She at last ...

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...im to the shore, but never was seen again, so that his adventures with the little boy are wholly imaginary. But the little girl’s conduct is perfectly... ... of Victorine’s defence alone being an invention. It is also true that the little girl and the maitre d’hotel wrote four letters, and sent them by dif... ...as like a full- bottomed wig as nature would permit, and over it he wore a little cocked hat edged with gold lace. He had a rich laced cravat, a doubl... ... care and tenderness of his foster-brother, Laurence Callaghan. Nobody was startled when Berwick’s interest pro- 13 Yo n g e cured for the dull boy o... ...t their drollery, and his face was what might have been expected in a half-starved, half-clad gossoon in a cabin, rather than surmounting a silken sou... ...ed in his cloak, when he was awakened by a commotion among the sailors. He started up and found that it was early morning, the sun rising above the se... ...EAR THE SEAR THE SEAR THE SEAR THE SEARCH CH CH CH CH ‘The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks, The long day wanes, the slow moon climbs. The deep ...