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  Great, ugly letters, I say, sprawling and slashed so deeply that the polished surface can never be restored


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id: 21105
title: Teddy The Story of a Little Pickle
author: Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
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  little tail erect like a young bottle-brush, which gave vent to a "phizphit," as if indignant at its long confinement, and then proceeded to "So that''s kitty," said Jupp, holding the little thing up on his knee "He''s a fine little chap," said Jupp affably, conceiving a better snow," said the vicar cordially, shaking hands with Jupp; while Teddy, blue-jacket fashion, he went on his way back to the little railwaystation beyond the village where Master Teddy had first made his make a point of coming up to take "Master Teddy and the young ladies" No sooner was this said than it was done; when, Teddy''s little naked Of course, Jupp and Mary came over to wish Teddy good-bye; but, albeit seemed to Teddy as if he were "on the line," like Jupp! office with Mary on his arm, and a young Master Jupp and another little


id: 2084
title: The Way of All Flesh
author: Butler, Samuel
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  Theobald knew his father well enough to be little likely to misapprehend The interview, like all other good things had to come to an end; the days When Ernest was in his second year, Theobald, as I have already said, "And then, you know," said Ernest to me, when I asked him not long since Miss Pontifex soon found out that Ernest did not like games, but she saw and as I have said already, if they had thought it likely that Ernest "So I feared," said Theobald, "and now, Ernest, be good enough to ring "Ernest," said Theobald, "leave the room." worked in this way: "Now, I know Ernest has told this boy what a Ernest had got the boy to come to Battersby he wanted him to enjoy his Ernest imprudently went further and said "Don''t you like poor people very she said, rather like a visit, but she did not think Ernest would stand


id: 9471
title: The Vicar''s Daughter
author: MacDonald, George
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  [I know my mother _said_ nothing more just then, but let my father have it _Father._--Yes: and I hope I was right; but the same things look so The thought of seeing my mother and my father, and the old place, came Charley will have it," said the nurse one day, little thinking who "Thank you, my love," he said; "and the next time Mr. Morley asks us I will "Suppose," said Roger, "some one were to come past now and see Mrs. Percivale, the wife of the celebrated painter, standing in Tottenham Court "Do you know, my dear," said my father to her, "whether Miss Clare is at "I''m told Miss Clare lives here," said my father. "Marion, my child," said Lady Bernard, turning to her, "will you answer Mr. Morley?" "Perhaps you''ll see some good come out of it before long," said Miss Clare


id: 11876
title: The Three Sisters
author: Sinclair, May
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  Jim Greatorex stood and looked at it as if he knew what Rowcliffe was "Come," Rowcliffe said, "don''t give way like this. didn''t want to know anything about him, Rowcliffe''s study said too There had been goodness in Mary''s face when she went into Alice''s room Gwenda left Rowcliffe with Mary and went upstairs to prepare Alice for Gwenda was still in the room, tidying it, when Mary brought Rowcliffe All day Alice lay in her little bed like a happy child and waited. "Who would have believed," said Mary, "that Ally could have looked so "I think," said Rowcliffe, "she looks extraordinarily well." said that if Rowcliffe married Gwenda he would keep her straight. And to Rowcliffe it was as if Mary had said that wasn''t Gwenda''s way. "Alice," said the Vicar, "Dr. Rowcliffe is here. "I don''t think," said Mary gravely, "that Gwenda ever will come back


id: 34542
title: John Marchmont''s Legacy, Volumes 1-3
author: Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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  "I''ll _write_ the story, Arundel," John Marchmont said; "I''ve no time "This is Miss Marchmont, Olivia," said Edward; "the only daughter of my Olivia Arundel looked back at her long life of duty--a dull, dead before the altar and gave her hand to John Marchmont, Edward Arundel Mary Marchmont and Edward Arundel were happy. long summer''s day, Edward Arundel and Mary Marchmont could be happy Olivia watched the young man as he bent over Mary Marchmont. "Good _morning_, my dear Mrs. Marchmont," the young man answered, "Listen to me, Olivia Marchmont," the young man said, while the woman "While my cousin Olivia Marchmont lives there," Captain Arundel said Arundel and Mary Marchmont were married in a great empty-looking church "I understand," said Edward Arundel; "it was Paul Marchmont''s hand that "I came here to look for you, Olivia," Edward Arundel said presently. The girl was John Marchmont''s daughter; the child was Edward Arundel''s


id: 34539
title: John Marchmont''s Legacy, Volume 1 (of 3)
author: Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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  "I''ll _write_ the story, Arundel," John Marchmont said; "I''ve no time "If my little girl were certain of inheriting the fortune," Mr. Marchmont thought, "I might find many who would be glad to accept my "I hope the little girl may not lose her father, Edward," she said "This is Miss Marchmont, Olivia," said Edward; "the only daughter of my Olivia Arundel looked back at her long life of duty--a dull, dead I scarcely know why John Marchmont lingered by Miss Arundel''s chair. Olivia Arundel''s thoughts had wandered far away while her father had before the altar and gave her hand to John Marchmont, Edward Arundel Mary Marchmont and Edward Arundel were happy. long summer''s day, Edward Arundel and Mary Marchmont could be happy Olivia watched the young man as he bent over Mary Marchmont. thousand times, than she loves him," Olivia Marchmont thought, as she


id: 34541
title: John Marchmont''s Legacy, Volume 3 (of 3)
author: Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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  I don''t think Paul Marchmont ever really knew what took place at that He walked past the girl into Paul Marchmont''s painting-room. "You would have stood by Arundel''s poor little wife, my dear?" he said. likely _they_ would be cruel to poor young Mrs. Arundel; but I _know_ appointed for Edward Arundel''s wedding, when Paul Marchmont drew rein "That will do," cried Paul Marchmont, holding up his hand and looking "My wife!" said Edward Arundel; "Mary, my poor sorrowful "Come," she said to Edward Arundel, looking back as she stood upon the The girl was John Marchmont''s daughter; the child was Edward Arundel''s "Mary," he said, presently, "tell me every cruelty that Paul Marchmont "Look here, Peterson," said Paul Marchmont; "I think I shall sleep at The young man went away; and Paul Marchmont heard him whistle a popular Paul Marchmont sat thinking of this for a long time.


id: 34540
title: John Marchmont''s Legacy, Volume 2 (of 3)
author: Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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  Edward Arundel stared at the simple lines like a man in a dream, "Listen to me, Olivia Marchmont," the young man said, while the woman saddling Captain Arundel''s horse, and in the mean time the young man "While my cousin Olivia Marchmont lives there," Captain Arundel said "What shall I do with you, Miss Marchmont?" Edward Arundel asked gaily, The young man''s desire had been that his marriage with Mary Marchmont Arundel and Mary Marchmont were married in a great empty-looking church Edward Arundel kissed the tears away from his wife''s pale face, and "Olivia Marchmont," said Captain Arundel, after a brief pause, "I have "Olivia Marchmont," said Captain Arundel, "by your own avowal there has "Come, Captain Arundel," cried Paul Marchmont, heartily, "believe me, "I understand," said Edward Arundel; "it was Paul Marchmont''s hand that "I came here to look for you, Olivia," Edward Arundel said presently.


id: 40631
title: In the Roar of the Sea
author: Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
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  Coppinger was conveyed home by men called to the spot, and Mrs. Trevisa walked on with her niece and nephew in silence to the house of "I am very sorry, Captain Coppinger," said Judith, in a low, sweet Coppinger lowered her hand and his, and, looking at her, said: "Come, Jamie," said Judith, one day. "Judith," said Coppinger, "will you stand surety that he does not tell "I do not wish to have my hand kissed," said Judith, hastily, "I let I wonder where Jamie is?" said Judith, looking "We are come," said the red-headed man, "at Miss Trevisa''s desire--but "Captain Coppinger," said Judith, firmly, looking straight into his "Captain Coppinger," said Judith, "I have lost all trust in you. "Jamie," said Judith, looking him straight in the face, "have you been "Judith!" said he, looking at her, and he raised his left hand.


id: 40735
title: Miss Primrose: A Novel
author: Gilson, Roy Rolfe
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  "I think there is no doubt, Mr. Butters," said Letitia, "that he was Letitia said, "Thank you, Bertram," and handed me a Robin gone, I saw but little of Letitia, I was so busy, I suppose, with "Why should you know one?" replied Letitia, pinching Dove''s rueful face. "Oh," I said, "I never thought of that; besides, Letitia never had time "I suppose it really isn''t Lincoln green, you know," Letitia said, when Letitia told Dove there was a wondrous dignity in the little man as he "Oh, I forget what comes next," she said, "but Letitia told me all about "No," she said; "when I listen to Letitia, I feel like a--" was a Grassy Fordshire boy and Letitia''s pupil, as I have said, till he "Letitia," I said, firmly, "come; we must go." I put my hand upon the "Yes," said Letitia, "did you know him, too?"


id: 43168
title: Hathercourt
author: Molesworth, Mrs.
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  "Lilias," said Mary, suddenly, "we shall be late. "And I know the children will be good," said Mary; "they understand that Before Lilias could reply, the door opened, and Mrs Western and Mary "He is a pleasant-looking young man," said Mrs Western. said Mary, philosophically; "poor mamma thinks it is for our good." "Yes," said Mary, looking distressed, "I know they should." "Oh, yes," said Alys, "I think there are sons--indeed, I feel sure there "Tell you what, dear Mrs Greville?" said Mary, opening her eyes, and ready to go home now, Mrs Greville, if you like, and poor Mary looks "Come in," said Lilias''s voice, and hardly knowing what she was going to "Mary," said Lilias, drawing away the hand which her sister had held in "But you look rather melancholy about it, Mary," said Mrs Greville. "Mary," said Lilias, "what are you thinking about?" "I think Mary had better go," said Lilias.


