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De Lawd put a-plenty here for ever'body, but shucks! Us don' pay no min' to his teachin'. Sometimes I gits lonesome for de frien's I used to know, 'cause aint nobody lef' but me. Sam McAllum, Ex-slave, Lauderdale County FEC Marjorie Woods Austin Rewrite, Pauline Loveless Edited, Clara E. Stokes SAM McALLUM Meridian, Mississippi
The thought at once struck the general that should he succeed in getting Clara out of the convent, he might go on to Cheltenham with her, and that if Mary was fit to be removed from the school, it would give Clara occupation to nurse her friend.
She released herself a trifle, held her head back as if she desired to survey him apart from her, so that the ecstasy of union might be renewed, and then fell on his neck. The horn once more sounded, she let him out silently, and he was off. Mrs Hopgood and Clara presently came downstairs. 'Mr Palmer came in to bid you good-bye, but he heard the coach and was obliged to rush away.
It would be no Easy Job to Land him, however, because the Competition was very keen and he was Wary, trying to be a Kind Friend to every Girl he knew, but playing no Favorites. He kept the Parents guessing. He had been Exposed to Matrimony so often without being Taken Down, that he was generally regarded as an Immune. Clara got Busy with herself and hatched a Scheme.
Rocke, you don't know how I dread to see any one!" "My dear Clara, you must combat grief by prayer, which is the only thing that can overcome it," said Marah. Mrs. Rocke remained with her young charge as long as she possibly could, and then she went down-stairs to oversee the preparation of the dinner.
And Heidi never tired of telling Clara of all this, for only higher up could the full glory of the colors be rightly seen; and more particularly did she dwell on the beauty of the spot on the higher slope of the mountain, where the bright golden rock- roses grew in masses, and the blue flowers were in such numbers that the very grass seemed to have turned blue, while near these were whole bushes of the brown blossoms, with their delicious scent, so that you never wanted to move again when you once sat down among them.
Meunier, fulfilling his promise to me, paid my fare to New York. I soon walked into the office of the National Magazine. Clara Martin was there, and Allsworth Lephil, the managing editor, and his assistant Galusha Siddon. As I sat in the office, they gave me a sort of impromptu reception. Ray Sanford strolled in, as fresh-complexioned as an Englishman.
"I was taught a lot of things when I was little things about being sweet and unselfish and all that. They'd be fine, if the world was Heaven. But it isn't." "Not exactly," said Clara. "Maybe they're fine, if you want to get to Heaven," continued Susan. "But I'm not trying to get to Heaven. I'm trying to live on earth. I don't like the game, and I don't like its rules.
The pirates, among whom Francisco was included, were secured, the boats hoisted up, and in half an hour the Comus displayed her ensign, and made all sail on a wind, leaving Edward Templemore, with the Enterprise, at the back of the reef, to perform the duties entailed upon him; and Clara, who was on board of the schooner, to remove the suspicion and jealousy which had arisen in the bosom of her lover.
She had been to the graveyard that day secretly, lest her husband should frown, Clara wonder, and Winston sneer at her love for and memory of that which had never existed, according to their rendering of the term.
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