Argosy All-story Weekly, Volume 31

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Frank Andrew Munsey
F. A. Munsey, 1899
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Page 362 - The record shows that the defendant was asked if he had anything to say why sentence should not be passed upon him.
Page 256 - I was fairly dumfounded. To think that a little cut-and-dried old solicitor could absolutely find, not only excuses for this absurd conduct, but a positive encouragement, was more than I could have believed possible. I gaped upon him. "My dear Mr. Crum," said I pityingly, "we are not in the sixteenth century.
Page 192 - She stopped, and laid down the dirty brushes, pushed back the hair from her forehead with the back of her hand, and said :
Page 171 - MY soul was thirsty till she came, My heart was hungry till her eyes Lighted love's fuel into flame And taught me Paradise. I hunger and I thirst no more ; Lo, 'tis a fount where honey drips ; I drink a thousand kisses from The chalice of her curved lips.
Page 575 - ... it could not have taken long to hush her cries, if she had uttered any ; it could not have been many minutes, at the most, after the first gasp, in the rush of surf, before she was as quiet as she looked now, lying on my sofa, with the strange rest on her pretty face. " She looks so calm, someway," poor Mrs. Clangarthe wailed. " And she was so pretty, too, and I was so proud of her. Oh, my poor, poor Lina ! I don't think Sir Denis will ever get over it, Mrs. Mallon. He was going to propose to...
Page 573 - ... as I always did, and the tide was sweeping back, wave by wave, over the sand, and over the rocks, and over the Moaning Bar. It had been a dull, gray morning, and even now the sun was scarcely to be seen at all, as it struggled through the banks of leaden clouds. I was feeling troubled, and not very well. I had not slept much during the night, and losing rest always hurts me. But somehow, this morning, it was my mind that felt heavy, and it was so heavy that I forgot my tired old limbs altogether....
Page 574 - She — she went out early," he said hoarsely, " an' she's not come in yet, though she promised to try Sir Denis's sorrel. There's a nasty bit of sand down on the Bar, ye know, and she always wint there. She was goin' there whin I met her, and someways she looked white and poorly, but she turned her purty, pale face to me, and says,' Good mornin' to ye, Barregan. I 'm goin' for a little walk on the sands,' and then she looks over her shoulder at me, two or three times, before she was out of sight.
Page 559 - Lina," she said, as unceremoniously as if she had known me for years. " Lina Clangarthe, from the rooms upstairs; and I thought I would come to see you. Mamma said I might, because we know Mr. Lowther so well. You have been housekeeper in his family ever since he was born, he says." I told her that I had, and answered all her questions as well as I could, though she asked a great many. The fact was, she asked questions all the time, and seemed so sweet-tempered about it that I could not help liking...
Page 559 - I found his chambers very fine and handsomely furnished ; for it was just like Mr. Jack to have everything of the handsomest and best. There was a large suite of them, in a big house, in the principal square, and the rest of the establishment was let to an Irish officer, whose regiment was quartered in the town barracks. Major Clangarthe, the gentleman's name was ; and his family, consisting of a wife and three or four children, was with him. His rooms were not so handsome as Mr. Jack's, I discovered...
Page 571 - There is no help for me!" she cried out. " There is no help. There is nothing but death ! Nothing but death! Nothing but death and despair ! " The tide had come in and gone out again into the darkness long before she was still; and then it was time for her to go upstairs, for Mrs. Clangarthe was inquiring for her. She got up from the sofa pale as death, and with a strange, hollow look about her eyes. She had worn her wild grief out, but she had not uttered a word that might tell me surely whether...

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