Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen165W. Blackwood & Sons, 1899 |
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... hope . Perhaps after all it had been merely an illusion , for folk do not see clearly in the mist , and I was already done with weariness . But even as I lay in the green moss and began to hope , the faces of my pursuers grew up through ...
... hope . Perhaps after all it had been merely an illusion , for folk do not see clearly in the mist , and I was already done with weariness . But even as I lay in the green moss and began to hope , the faces of my pursuers grew up through ...
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... hope of escape sprang up in my heart . For a second I looked back . There was a great line of shingle with the cliffs beyond , and above all the unknown blackness of the cleft . There lay my terror , and I set off running across the bog ...
... hope of escape sprang up in my heart . For a second I looked back . There was a great line of shingle with the cliffs beyond , and above all the unknown blackness of the cleft . There lay my terror , and I set off running across the bog ...
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... hope was dashed in pieces . The thing seemed to break from my arms , and , as if in despair , cast itself headlong into the impenetrable darkness . I stumbled blindly after it , saved myself on the brink , and fell back , sick and ill ...
... hope was dashed in pieces . The thing seemed to break from my arms , and , as if in despair , cast itself headlong into the impenetrable darkness . I stumbled blindly after it , saved myself on the brink , and fell back , sick and ill ...
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... hope of better terms . the sight and smell of the fire- water were irresistible , and when the kegs were broached the peltries were given away . There was little to be picked up by belated arrivals ; they had but the choice of carrying ...
... hope of better terms . the sight and smell of the fire- water were irresistible , and when the kegs were broached the peltries were given away . There was little to be picked up by belated arrivals ; they had but the choice of carrying ...
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... hope , " she said , and touched my shoulder with a lifeless gesture . The mischievous impulse of saucy speech and wicked glance died when I encountered the gentle prayer of my new friend's faded eyes . I was only a baby , but I ...
... hope , " she said , and touched my shoulder with a lifeless gesture . The mischievous impulse of saucy speech and wicked glance died when I encountered the gentle prayer of my new friend's faded eyes . I was only a baby , but I ...
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