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Page 112
... Nikomis and Mrs. Tenterden . occasionally broken in upon by the lurid The village doctor , who had tended the case activity of delirium . Whereas in the first up to the last week , had then had the mis- week it had been necessary to ...
... Nikomis and Mrs. Tenterden . occasionally broken in upon by the lurid The village doctor , who had tended the case activity of delirium . Whereas in the first up to the last week , had then had the mis- week it had been necessary to ...
Page 113
... Nikomis was standing in the doorway , looking like a grotesque heathen idol carved out of ma- hogany . " Cuthbert , you come go to bed , " she said , gruffly . " You die too soon enough anyway . Garth all right ; he better soon ; me ...
... Nikomis was standing in the doorway , looking like a grotesque heathen idol carved out of ma- hogany . " Cuthbert , you come go to bed , " she said , gruffly . " You die too soon enough anyway . Garth all right ; he better soon ; me ...
Page 114
... Nikomis says he's had it there ever since the first morning : anyway , it's twist- ed so tight that I wouldn't be surprised to hear he'd strangled himself with it at any time . " " Why isn't it taken off ? " " Yes , you don't know , my ...
... Nikomis says he's had it there ever since the first morning : anyway , it's twist- ed so tight that I wouldn't be surprised to hear he'd strangled himself with it at any time . " " Why isn't it taken off ? " " Yes , you don't know , my ...
Page 115
... Nikomis , coming out of Cuthbert's chamber . The old Indian's face was as inscrutable as usual , but she stopped short on seeing Had this history been written at the time Elinor , and uttered a grunt of interrogation . when the events ...
... Nikomis , coming out of Cuthbert's chamber . The old Indian's face was as inscrutable as usual , but she stopped short on seeing Had this history been written at the time Elinor , and uttered a grunt of interrogation . when the events ...
Page 116
... Nikomis fixed her small black eyes upon that Nikomis was standing just behind her the girl , as if to find out what sort of stuff shoulder , and with a shock the thought en- she was made of ; and Elinor met her glance tered her mind ...
... Nikomis fixed her small black eyes upon that Nikomis was standing just behind her the girl , as if to find out what sort of stuff shoulder , and with a shock the thought en- she was made of ; and Elinor met her glance tered her mind ...
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