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At nine o'clock the next morning Melbury dressed himself up in shining broadcloth, creased with folding and smelling of camphor, and started for Hintock House. He was the more impelled to go at o
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At nine o'clock the next morning Melbury dressed himself up in shining broadcloth, creased with folding and smelling of camphor, and started for Hintock House. He was the more impelled to go at o
All the evening Melbury had been coming to his door, saying, "I wonder where in the world that girl is! Never in a…
Were the inventors of automatic machines to be ranged according to the excellence of their devices for producing sound …
The woods were uninteresting, and Grace stayed in-doors a great deal. She became quite a student, reading more than she…
Weeks and months of mourning for Winterborne had been passed by Grace in the soothing monotony of the memorial act to w…
Fitzpiers had hardly been gone an hour when Grace began to sicken. The next day she kept her room. Old Jones was called…
She re-entered the hut, flung off her bonnet and cloak, and approached the sufferer. He had begun anew those terrible m…
The next morning Grace was at the window early. She felt determined to see him somehow that day, and prepared his break…
The first hundred yards of their course lay under motionless trees, whose upper foliage began to hiss with falling drop…
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