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... perhaps - brooded over it as if it had been the magical clue to high fortune . Night after night he dreamed of being away yonder , knee - deep in the rough clay , turning up spadefuls of yellow gold under a broad white moon . Morning ...
... perhaps - brooded over it as if it had been the magical clue to high fortune . Night after night he dreamed of being away yonder , knee - deep in the rough clay , turning up spadefuls of yellow gold under a broad white moon . Morning ...
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... Perhaps none but a desperate man , and a man inexperienced in the ways of the world beyond his own homestead , would ever have thought of such a thing as gold - digging as a means of redemption . But this wild hope of his had been ...
... Perhaps none but a desperate man , and a man inexperienced in the ways of the world beyond his own homestead , would ever have thought of such a thing as gold - digging as a means of redemption . But this wild hope of his had been ...
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... Perhaps there was nothing heard of the unlucky diggers- they perished mute and inglorious ; so that it seemed as if a man needed only a pickaxe and spade to turn up wealth unlimited . By much brooding and dreaming , and by reason of an ...
... Perhaps there was nothing heard of the unlucky diggers- they perished mute and inglorious ; so that it seemed as if a man needed only a pickaxe and spade to turn up wealth unlimited . By much brooding and dreaming , and by reason of an ...
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... Perhaps you'd like to have a look at Richard's room , Mr. Wort ? ' James Redmayne was fairly aroused by this time , and the matter was explained to him in a glib eager way by his wife , in a manner that told him it would be well for his ...
... Perhaps you'd like to have a look at Richard's room , Mr. Wort ? ' James Redmayne was fairly aroused by this time , and the matter was explained to him in a glib eager way by his wife , in a manner that told him it would be well for his ...
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... perhaps about five - and - thirty . Grace thought him elderly . Any little gleam of romance which her fancy picture of him might have inspired , vanished at sight of the reality . ' But he looks like a gentleman , ' she said for the ...
... perhaps about five - and - thirty . Grace thought him elderly . Any little gleam of romance which her fancy picture of him might have inspired , vanished at sight of the reality . ' But he looks like a gentleman , ' she said for the ...
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Page 242 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 127 - Here, my dear friend," he suddenly exclaimed, as he pulled a couple of little parcels out of his pocket, "is a quarter of a pound of tea and half a pound of sugar, for, though it is not in my power at present to return you the two guineas, you nor any man else shall ever have it to say that I want gratitude.
Page 140 - As one dead in the bottom of a tomb : Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you : Dry sorrow drinks our blood. — Adieu ! Juliet farewell !— My life !— Jul.