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Ax in hand, Wardour approached Frank’s bed-place. “If I could only cut the thoughts out of me,” he said to himself, “as I am going to cut the billets out of this wood!” He attacked the bed-place with
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Ax in hand, Wardour approached Frank’s bed-place. “If I could only cut the thoughts out of me,” he said to himself, “as I am going to cut the billets out of this wood!” He attacked the bed-place with
The man was a sinister and terrible object to look at. His eyes glared like the eyes of a wild animal; his head was bar…
Clara stopped at the doorway, looking backward and forward distrustfully between the husband and wife. Entering the boa…
Once more the open sea—the sea whose waters break on the shores of Newfoundland! An English steamship lies at anchor in…
At the drawing-room window of the villa there appeared a polite little man, with bright intelligent eyes, and cheerful …
The night had passed. Far and near the garden view looked its gayest and brightest in the light of the noonday sun. Th…
The spring has come. The air of the April night just lifts the leaves of the sleeping flowers. The moon is queen in the…
Alone! alone on the Frozen Deep! The Arctic sun is rising dimly in the dreary sky. The beams of the cold northern moon…
“Still at work!” Crayford exclaimed, looking at the half-demolished bed-place. “Give yourself a little rest, Richard. T…
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