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CHAPTER XXI. Presently they knew that no firing threatened them. All ways seemed once more opened to them. The dusty blue lines of their friends were disclosed a short distance away. In the distance...
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Chapter XVI "A Procession! A Procession!" I should wish to place upon record here our gratitude to all our friends upon the Amazon for the very great kindness and hospitality which...
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CHAPTER XIX The library looked tranquil enough as I entered it, and the Sibyl--if Sibyl she were--was seated snugly enough in an easy- chair at the chimney- corner. She had on a red cloak and a black...
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SENSE AND SENSIBILITY by Jane Austen (1811) Chapter 24 In a firm, though cautious tone, Elinor thus began. "I should be undeserving of the confidence you have honoured me with, if I felt no...
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Book the Third: The Track of a Storm Chapter XI. Dusk The wretched wife of the innocent man thus doomed to die, fell under the sentence, as if she had been mortally stricken. But, she uttered no...
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CHAPTER 12 "Clo.--I am gone, sire, And anon, sire, I'll be with you again." --Twelfth Night The Hurons stood aghast at this sudden visitation of death on one of their band....
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CHAPTER 11 "Cursed be my tribe If I forgive him." --Shylock The Indian had selected for this desirable purpose one of those steep, pyramidal hills, which bear a strong resemblance to...
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