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... closed the door carefully ?? looked aroundr the o00m,. lie suppoi-ted himaself bravely t with his two sticks, and he began to speak. . - We re a!l ftieuds hei ae All friends ? T There's noboldy here :is will carry things to a that yuiing muan . -No. b ...

... voluntary. ?? it wtts caughit and held as s in a vice by the gaze f'oill the pillow, to ' Ieave us, said the man; ; I watit to re Speak to my- SOTI,!' ' The usher nodded to the nurse, andl they I drew away together. Mr. r'ecie's creaky ek boots jaired Ills nerves ...

... her with blighting scorn; as if IF could not see that it was vou. You must have given an awful lot for it. ' If I never speak again, said Dora, I Sl am absolutely innocent of it. Why U-ou know, said Emily, the littlei silent gil, she h ad only ...

... fogey like me.' U nut to Olive his preoccupation seemecd to a hlave no connection with herself, and she hE determined not to speak until he did so. of Tls hrn his words surprised her. re: W' hen will -you come back ? he said. fi Never! she returned, ...

... Sarah went slowly up the broad oaklen stairca se. 0 : Sarall, called the E'rl, ' ?? A dela g can spare you, I should like to speak with a you. ow it Anld with that heavy fiown on his face he went out on to the terrace, and paced up a and downi in tite gathering ...

... 'she said, I hope you ti will sleep. I don't like people who exag- A id gerate and get excited and fuss. Why can't rt you speak nicely, as you did last night ? f1 I -was not afraid then, he said. You d seemed worlds off when you had gone away, di ...

... thatnight-for 1 him-so gracious, that Daphne, musing a I secretly -upon the words of Miss Wakefield, at length found courage to speak of what lay t in her heart. n Father, she said, I wish you would tell me something about my mother. I AMr. Lindow started ...

... sensible sort, and I'm willin' to give you eighteenpence a week aiu' vour food if so be you'll do your best. The girl began to speak. W\ell, I never- she said. Then she osopped, ande1 gulped down a sob that rose. The child in AMrs. Arnold's arms cooed and ...

... uses that. they saI4, e With roguish smiles, i the better. le The little maiden went and sulked At Utrst, and would nob speak, alut bhe grew tired of being dumb; And so, ?? a week, .- She us-d the substitute, and 1Qo! e HeL-r laymateserc-vded round ...

... thtngt'? he asked - you Somotimes do, you c. know. i. s. ilorbert was onu of those to whom it is As almost impossible to speak seriously about a serious thing. JIBis recoil irom exposule of n feeling was instinctive and iusurmountable. A man Of books ...

... what are e called good works.'' cir I ask nardon, nsaid Fritz, thinking she accused him of addressing her, s I did not speak 1n) Ito you . i No but you said that nobody cared for yol. .ittle boy, that is wicked! min't you know that I 1110 up there ...