all." Her mild wonder rested on him. "What candle do you mean?" "I mean, dear lady, my own." He h...
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about her service of predilection; she was excessively "high," and had more than once wished to int...
"Ah it's not true - you've NOT forgiven him!" she wailed with a passion that startled him. He look...
muff up to her face, after which she gave it back. "You don't like it. I see, I see." To her guest...
"Oh even sooner. I feel, after so much talk with you about it, as if I were already there!" Then "G...
The Altar of the Dead by Henry James CHAPTER I. HE had a mortal dislike, poor Stransom, to lean a...
moment with such a shake? There was a time--from four to five-- when she could have cried with happ...
there were no symptoms of a drop. What did the sounder, as she called it, nimbly worked, do but kee...
with her nature that Mr. Mudge, deluded creature, would never supply--she should have been no more ...
which she said to herself that she sickened. There was accordingly a sense in which, at such a peri...
been one--not long before--who, without winking, sent off five over five different signatures. Perh...
"I see, I see--" he knew already so much about her work. "It must be an awful grind--for a lady." ...
arranging to help, to support, to spare her. But such was the singular spirit of our young friend t...
"Oh quite out of YOUR way. You'd never have time." "But I tell you I'd go anywhere. Don't you belie...
had been a questionable help, at that time, to ladies submerged, floundering, panting, swimming for...