The Symposium: A Monthly Literary Magazine. V. 1, No. 1-3; Oct.-Dec. 1896J. W. Cable, 1896 - 136 psl. |
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... turned to the west I said good - by and set my face eastward . 66 Good - by , " came the answer , with lingering , regretful accents ; accents that were flattering beyond any grown person's power to flatter . Then , " Wait a minute ...
... turned to the west I said good - by and set my face eastward . 66 Good - by , " came the answer , with lingering , regretful accents ; accents that were flattering beyond any grown person's power to flatter . Then , " Wait a minute ...
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... turned up - town . " Are you going that way ? " I was questioned . " I've got to go to 65th street now ; aw , you come on this way , can't you ? " Perhaps it was as a reward for my change of plan that he said , " I know an awful nice ...
... turned up - town . " Are you going that way ? " I was questioned . " I've got to go to 65th street now ; aw , you come on this way , can't you ? " Perhaps it was as a reward for my change of plan that he said , " I know an awful nice ...
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... the solid wood . stealthily took away the bar , turned the key , and passed out , and there on the other side he stood , still waving to me to be wary and come on down- stairs . SLEEP . The house was of the old New Eng- 18 THE SYMPOSIUM .
... the solid wood . stealthily took away the bar , turned the key , and passed out , and there on the other side he stood , still waving to me to be wary and come on down- stairs . SLEEP . The house was of the old New Eng- 18 THE SYMPOSIUM .
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... turned , aghast , I beheld both in the buggy , the ghost beckoning me to the seat beside him . 19 " No , no , " I tried to cry , but could only shake my head , speechless with amazement and quaking with the chill of the night's small ...
... turned , aghast , I beheld both in the buggy , the ghost beckoning me to the seat beside him . 19 " No , no , " I tried to cry , but could only shake my head , speechless with amazement and quaking with the chill of the night's small ...
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... turned to ad- minister several condemnatory phrases which the occasion had brought to mind , when he shouted , " Say ! Miss , there's a coat at the undertaker's as b'longs to somebody with your looks . " The kind attention hardly ...
... turned to ad- minister several condemnatory phrases which the occasion had brought to mind , when he shouted , " Say ! Miss , there's a coat at the undertaker's as b'longs to somebody with your looks . " The kind attention hardly ...
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