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THE fire burning in the grate was not a very large one; and the outer air (as I had noticed on my way to the house) had something of a wintry sharpness in it that day. Still, my first feeling, when M
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THE fire burning in the grate was not a very large one; and the outer air (as I had noticed on my way to the house) had something of a wintry sharpness in it that day. Still, my first feeling, when M
THE LAST OF THE STORY. In ten days more we returned to England, accompanied by Benjamin. Mrs. Macallan’s house in Lon…
I write from memory, unassisted by notes or diaries; and I have no distinct recollection of the length of our residence…
As soon as I could dry my eyes and compose my spirits after reading the wife’s pitiable and dreadful farewell, my first…
“GLENINCH, October 19, 18—. “MY HUSBAND— “I have something very painful to tell you about one of your oldest friends.…
“TAKE care, Valeria!” said Mrs. Macallan. “I ask you no questions; I only caution you for your own sake. Eustace has no…
My head turned giddy. I was obliged to wait and let my overpowering agitation subside, before I could read any more. L…
It is not to be disguised or denied that my spirits were depressed on my journey to London. To resign the one cherishe…
MY letter from Mr. Playmore, inclosing the agent’s extraordinary telegram, was not inspired by the sanguine view of our…
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