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O n awaking in the morning, Richard Swiveller became conscious, by slow degrees, of whispering voices in his room. Looking out between the curtains, he espied Mr Garland, Mr Abel, the notary, and the
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O n awaking in the morning, Richard Swiveller became conscious, by slow degrees, of whispering voices in his room. Looking out between the curtains, he espied Mr Garland, Mr Abel, the notary, and the
T he magic reel, which, rolling on before, has led the chronicler thus far, now slackens in its pace, and stops. It lie…
W hen morning came, and they could speak more calmly on the subject of their grief, they heard how her life had closed.…
T he dull, red glow of a wood fire—for no lamp or candle burnt within the room—showed him a figure, seated on the heart…
D ay broke, and found them still upon their way. Since leaving home, they had halted here and there for necessary refre…
K it was no sluggard next morning, but, springing from his bed some time before day, began to prepare for his welcome e…
L ighted rooms, bright fires, cheerful faces, the music of glad voices, words of love and welcome, warm hearts, and tea…
U nconscious of the proceedings faithfully narrated in the last chapter, and little dreaming of the mine which had been…
I t was well for the small servant that she was of a sharp, quick nature, or the consequence of sending her out alone, …
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