To the bitter end, by the author of 'Lady Audley's secret'. |
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... thought of her only made him more eager to seek his fortune far afield . Unless he did something - something as desperate as this - and succeeded , Brierwood must needs be sold to strangers . He was up to his eyes in debt , and could ...
... thought of her only made him more eager to seek his fortune far afield . Unless he did something - something as desperate as this - and succeeded , Brierwood must needs be sold to strangers . He was up to his eyes in debt , and could ...
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... fortune , he had made a sacrifice worthy the heroes of Roman history , she thought , with a very distinct memory of Marcus Curtius , who stood out from the dim background of classic story as a par- 14 TO THE BITTER END .
... fortune , he had made a sacrifice worthy the heroes of Roman history , she thought , with a very distinct memory of Marcus Curtius , who stood out from the dim background of classic story as a par- 14 TO THE BITTER END .
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... thoughts followed him fondly by day and night at this period of her life ; the time came - ah , too soon - when they ... thought of them sometimes , in the midst of his noisy camp life , and fancied himself sitting under the great cedar ...
... thoughts followed him fondly by day and night at this period of her life ; the time came - ah , too soon - when they ... thought of them sometimes , in the midst of his noisy camp life , and fancied himself sitting under the great cedar ...
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... thought it rather a hard thing to be a farmer's daughter - still harder to be aunt Hannah's niece ; aunt Hannah , who was so painfully industrious , and had a disposition to tuck - up her sleeves on the smallest provocation , displaying ...
... thought it rather a hard thing to be a farmer's daughter - still harder to be aunt Hannah's niece ; aunt Hannah , who was so painfully industrious , and had a disposition to tuck - up her sleeves on the smallest provocation , displaying ...
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... . ' He didn't marry till he'd spent all his money , and then fell in love with the vicar's daughter , Miss Agnes Wilder , a girl of eighteen . I daresay some people thought it was a fine match for her , TO THE BITTER END . 27.
... . ' He didn't marry till he'd spent all his money , and then fell in love with the vicar's daughter , Miss Agnes Wilder , a girl of eighteen . I daresay some people thought it was a fine match for her , TO THE BITTER END . 27.
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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.