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Page 51
I knelt before him and took his hands, and tried to rub the palms, and did
whatever I could think of. "Oh, father, father, you have starved yourself, and given
every thing to me! What a brute I was to let you do it ! But I did not know; I never
knew!
I knelt before him and took his hands, and tried to rub the palms, and did
whatever I could think of. "Oh, father, father, you have starved yourself, and given
every thing to me! What a brute I was to let you do it ! But I did not know; I never
knew!
Page 55
But she proved to be worth it a thousandfold ; and Sawyer Gundry (as now he
was called) knew by this time all the value of uncultivated gratitude. And her
virtues were so many that it took a long time to find them out, for she never put
them ...
But she proved to be worth it a thousandfold ; and Sawyer Gundry (as now he
was called) knew by this time all the value of uncultivated gratitude. And her
virtues were so many that it took a long time to find them out, for she never put
them ...
Page 56
The sagacious bullocks, who knew quite well what they were expected to do,
looked blank. Some rubbed their horns into one another's sadly, and some
cocked their tails because they felt that they could not be called upon to work.
The light of ...
The sagacious bullocks, who knew quite well what they were expected to do,
looked blank. Some rubbed their horns into one another's sadly, and some
cocked their tails because they felt that they could not be called upon to work.
The light of ...
Page 57
I never knew it, I never guessed it, until he gave his life for mine ; but, poor little
common thing as I was, I became his only tie to earth. Even to me he was never
loving, in the way some fathers are. He never called me by pet names, nor
dandled ...
I never knew it, I never guessed it, until he gave his life for mine ; but, poor little
common thing as I was, I became his only tie to earth. Even to me he was never
loving, in the way some fathers are. He never called me by pet names, nor
dandled ...
Page 58
... was nothing about him that one could dislike, or strike fire at, and be captious ;
and he always proceeded with such pity for those who were opposed to him that
they always knew they must bo wrong, though he was too polite to tell them so.
... was nothing about him that one could dislike, or strike fire at, and be captious ;
and he always proceeded with such pity for those who were opposed to him that
they always knew they must bo wrong, though he was too polite to tell them so.
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