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Page 84 - One more, mother," entreated Dick. "No, laddie. The night is falling. There's work to-morrow for you. Aye, and for Margaret here." lola rose and came timidly to Mrs. Boyle.
Page 268 - Look here, young man," he said, with the air of one who has made up his mind, " do you drink ? "
Page 315 - She handed him lola's letter, went to the window and stood with her back to him, looking out upon the great sweeping valley below.
Page 206 - She shrank back from him, then whispered with pale lips, " Oh, Dick, spare me ! Take me home ! " " Yes, yes," he cried in mad haste, " anywhere, in the devil's name ! Come ! Come ! " He seized her wrap, threw it upon her shoulders, caught up his hat, tore open the door for her, and followed her out. " Can a man take fire into his bosom and not be burned?
Page 238 - Let my sins be all forgiven ! Bless the friends I love so well ! Take me when I die to heaven, Happy there with Thee to dwell.
Page 83 - My soul is weary, my heart is breaking ; With frequent tear-drops mine eyes o'erflow. Wilt come to-night, love ? May I expect thee ? Or...
Page 355 - O'er the Moor." • O'er the moor I wander lonely, Ochon-a-rie, my heart is sore; Where are all the joys I cherished? With my darling they have perished, And they will return no more. * I loved thee first, I loved thee only, Ochon-a-rie, my heart 5s sore; X loved thee from the day I met thee. What care I though all forget thee? I will love thee evermore.
Page 349 - When the maiden at his feet saw this, she threw her arms about his neck, and laid her head upon his breast.