[Rings bell.] There is a dreadful draught here. [Enter PHIPPS.] Phipps, is there a good fire in the...
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As through the crisp and rustling fern the heavy cattle strayed. And when the light-foot mower went...
found me out. LORD GORING. Has she never in her life done some folly - some indiscretion - that sh...
Lest he might wake too soon, fled back, and then, fond renegade, Returned to fresh assault, and all...
shameful, I admit, unworthy of him, I admit, and therefore . . . not his true character. MRS. CHEV...
To catch the last notes of the linnet, mows With careless scythe too near some flower bed, And cut...
LORD CAVERSHAM. [Caustically.] You can have till dinner-time if it would be of any convenience to y...
Her face fell a little when she saw the plough and harrow in the waggon, but I said that would be a...
looking at some `indications' (of the existence of gold) he had found. It was no use trying to `pum...
instead of having her stuck out there in the scrub, or jolting through the dust in a cart like some...
with newspapers pasted over them for wall-paper. There was no ceiling, calico or otherwise, and we ...
Have you anything on your mind? Is there any new trouble? Better tell me, no matter what it is, and...
I believe, as they say the first weeks in jail are -- I was never there. I know it's so with trampi...
and paltry persecution. The squatter would get as much freehold as he could afford, `select' as muc...
Behind the little row of children hand-in-hand -- and no matter where they are -- I always see the ...