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id: 28631
title: Amabel Channice
author: Sedgwick, Anne Douglas
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  said Lady Channice, smiling, for though she had often to evade Mrs. Grey''s tyranny she liked her good temper. my time, you know," Augustine answered, with much his mother''s manner of "It was years ago," said Lady Channice, looking down; "Yes, I knew her yesterday and of today, Lady Elliston''s coming, the pain that Augustine "No. I never saw him like that, before," said Amabel, looking down as "My very dear Amabel," said Lady Elliston. "What a sad room this is," said Lady Elliston, looking about it. "Dear, dear Amabel," said Lady Elliston, gazing at her, "how beautiful "I have been your father''s life-long friend," said Lady Elliston; "He is "My dear mother," said Augustine, coming up to her, "how pale you are." Augustine, meanwhile, looked at neither his mother nor Sir Hugh. When she saw Augustine at lunch he said that he had met Lady Elliston.


id: 15416
title: The Spinners
author: Phillpotts, Eden
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  "Thank God I''m a good old man and ripe and ready," said Mr. Baggs. "I''ve got to think of father first and Raymond afterwards," he said. "I''m going to give my people a rest to-day," said Raymond as he thought when I got things going and took a scheme to my father--for "This is Mr. Raymond Ironsyde, Sabina, and he''s coming to learn all "I''ve seen a very good-looking young man by the name of Raymond Ironsyde things, Raymond--things that you wouldn''t like to think are being said." of course, I know it can''t be, though a good many things would come up man came here last night and Sabina wouldn''t see him, and God knows "Tell me," said Estelle, "of a very good sort of wedding present for Mr. Ironsyde, when he marries Sabina next week." Sabina said no more, and when Raymond arrived to see her at the time she


id: 4398
title: The Tides of Barnegat
author: Smith, Francis Hopkinson
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  "Too fine, Miss Jane, for her old Martha," the nurse called back. "A little like Captain Nat, his father," answered Jane, ignoring Lucy''s If Jane, to quote Doctor John, looked like a lily swaying on a slender Jane, in her joy over Lucy''s home-coming, and in her desire to meet her Lucy''s eyes were dancing, her face turned toward Bart''s, her pretty Then again, Jane knew that Lucy had not liked the doctor''s calling her know the doctor is a good judge, is he not, Miss Jane?" she added, Lucy must have kept on home, for I saw Miss Jane "And Lucy did not come, Martha!" Jane exclaimed, with almost a sob in friends and many of Jane''s new ones, who for years had looked on Lucy With Doctor John and Captain Holt out of the way Lucy''s mind was at Don''t--DON''T!" Lucy was looking up into the captain''s face now,


id: 1023
title: Bleak House
author: Dickens, Charles
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  "My Lady''s cause has been again before the Chancellor, has it, Mr. Tulkinghorn?" says Sir Leicester, giving him his hand. As Ada was a little frightened, I said, to humour the poor old lady, him, "For he is a little--you know--M!" said the old lady with great "I cannot admit the air freely," said the little old lady--the room Richard and Ada, and Miss Jellyby, and the little old lady had gone We were going on in this way, when one morning at breakfast Mr. Jarndyce received a letter, and looking at the superscription, said, The tail of Mr. Snagsby''s eye becomes conscious of the head of Mrs. Snagsby looking in at the shop-door to know what he means by "I should like to walk a little," says my Lady, still looking out of "I should like a little variety," said Richard; "I mean a good range "Do they look like that sort of thing?" said Ada, coming laughingly


id: 2070
title: To the Last Man
author: Grey, Zane
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  "Shore I knowed you was Jean Isbel," he said. had he kissed a girl--until this brown-faced Ellen Jorth came his way. "Jean, you shore handle thet old arm some clumsy," said Guy Isbel, mid-afternoon Jean Isbel had set as a meeting time Ellen directed her "''Greaves,'' he said, ''if thet fellar''s Jean Isbel I ain''t hankerin'' fer Ellen wondered if he had heard of her meeting with Jean Isbel. "That''s what jean Isbel beat y''u for," went on Ellen. Jean Isbel and Ellen Jorth! "Shore it was Jean Isbel," replied Ellen, coolly. "Ellen, did Jean Isbel see this black horse?" Suddenly across Jean''s mind flashed a thought of Ellen Jorth. naturally they wondered why Jean Isbel had said ''first for Ellen "I tell you, Ellen Jorth," declared the old man, "thet Jean Isbel loves "An'' so Jean Isbel has not killed a Jorth!" said Ellen, in strange,


id: 2095
title: Clotelle: A Tale of the Southern States
author: Brown, William Wells
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  than half white, with long black hair and deep blue eyes, no one felt "When I went to sleep las'' night," replied the slave, "I ''longed to As time passed away, Henry became negligent of Isabella and his child, smile, Isabella met the young man as he entered her little dwelling. Hours passed, and still old Mrs. Miller remained near the house, Poor little Clotelle screamed as she saw the strange woman raise the In the same house with Isabella was a man-servant who had from time to place, when a good-looking man about fifty years of age, with a white all hopes of escape, Jerome had resolved to die like a brave man. "Come, girl, it is time for you to go," said the jailer, as Jerome was "We must see this poor man, whoever he is," said she, as Jerome "I have always treated my slaves well," said Mr. Linwood to Jerome, as


id: 33
title: The Scarlet Letter
author: Hawthorne, Nathaniel
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  "Dost thou know me so little, Hester Prynne? sport for her, did little Pearl look into her eyes, and smile. child stood still and gazed at Hester, with that little laughing "Art thou my child, in very truth?" asked Hester. "No, my little Pearl!" said her mother; "thou must gather thine "My poor woman," said the not unkind old minister, "the child "Come up hither, Hester, thou and little Pearl," said the the minister, with his hand over his heart; and Hester Prynne, "Minister," said little Pearl, "I can tell thee who he is!" All this while Hester had been looking steadily at the old man, "My little Pearl," said Hester, after a moment''s silence, "the "Dost thou know, child, wherefore thy mother wears this letter?" day, Hester took little Pearl--who was necessarily the companion "Come, my child!" said Hester, looking about her from the spot There stood Hester, holding little Pearl by the hand!


id: 33475
title: The Broken Gate: A Novel
author: Hough, Emerson
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  None had heard the words of Aurora Lane and the young man as they "Yes, your Honor," said Judge Henderson slowly, turning his full eye For a long time Aurora Lane sat facing a temptation to accept this "When I came here I was young," said Aurora Lane, slowly, after a long "Yes, Don," she said, "I know!" Her eyes were very large, her face very "Huh!" said Old Hod Brooks, looking at the young man appraisingly. "Yes," said Aurora Lane, turning to Anne; "that''s true--I did. "That''s all true," said Aurora to Anne, nodding toward Judge Henderson. "And I never knew you," said Aurora Lane after a time. "There''s just one man could help us," said Aurora Lane, hesitating, and "You are a great man, Horace Brooks," said Aurora Lane; and there was a "Anne," said he, "the time comes in every man''s life for him to die.


id: 36854
title: The Chief Justice: A Novel
author: Franzos, Karl Emil
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  friend Berger took a more hopeful view; rudeness, he said, had become "Back the same way," said Berger slowly, "and again stood for a long It seemed to Berger as if this were Sendlingen, but he did not know for Berger was with Sendlingen daily, and daily his questioning look Berger looked at the childish old man. "My poor friend," said Berger, "in your heart, too, it has surely "In the prison?" The old man''s face twitched, he seized Berger''s arm Dr. Berger," said the old man imploringly. Sendlingen went to Berger who had now been waiting for him several "Yes," said Berger, "but I doubt whether it is by Sendlingen." This was man-servant," he said, handing Berger the telescope. Good day!" she cried to the old man as he went by. "I know the work," said Berger. Two days later Dr. George Berger received a letter of Sendlingen''s,


id: 33798
title: Sinister Street, vol. 2
author: MacKenzie, Compton
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  â��I donâ��t think it much matters where you hang it,â�� Michael said. â��I think he looks rather a good sort,â�� said Michael. â��I didnâ��t know himâ��exactly,â�� said Michael, â��butâ��in factâ��we thought him â��I was thinking of old plays,â�� said Michael. â��I think itâ��s rather cold by now,â�� said Michael, unable to keep silence â��I donâ��t think it very much matters,â�� said Michael, â��as long as you â��Thatâ��s the man Iâ��ve come to talk about,â�� said Michael. â��But you also said he looked like a corpse,â�� Michael quickly â��I donâ��t think itâ��s very like Stella,â�� Michael replied, and consoled â��I donâ��t know that she is going,â�� said Michael. â��I donâ��t think Stella is old enough to marry,â�� said Michael. â��I suppose really I know what you think I shall do,â�� said Michael â��I wonder if I sounded like you,â�� said Michael, â��when I talked rather â��I think you ought to come,â�� said Michael.


id: 43092
title: The Dead Secret: A Novel
author: Collins, Wilkie
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  her mistress''s hand--but suddenly letting it go again the moment Mrs. Treverton looked at her. "I think this person had better leave the room, Sir?" said the nurse, "You had better rest for a little in your own room," said the doctor, door," said Rosamond, undergoing a slight relapse as she looked round looks in the glass." With these words, Mrs. Frankland opened the door, "I was very anxious to be in good time, Sir," said Mrs. Jazeph. As he opened the room door, he stopped to tell Mrs. Jazeph that he "And now, Mrs. Frankland," said Mr. Orridge, turning away from the word, Sarah; does Mrs. Frankland know which is the Myrtle Room?" hands of all responsibility, if we do any thing but follow Mrs. Frankland''s instructions (as she herself tells us) to the letter." "Even if Mrs. Frankland gets into the Myrtle Room," she said, stopping


