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Ireland has received Emancipation, and almost everything else she can ask for. I regret to say that she is still unhappy; her wounds unstanched, her wrongs unforgiven. At home we have enfranchised the paupers, and expect the most happy results. Is it a dream that Mr. This may prove that last element in the Elixir of political happiness which we have sought in vain.
Her blue eyes were on fire, and two hot tears stood in them, unstanched. "O gran'ther!" she cried, "don't you let 'em have it. I wish I was father. I'd see!" Nicholas Oldfield stood quite still, obedient to that touch upon his arm. "It's the name, Mary," said he. "Why, Freeman Henry's a Titcomb! He can't help that.
Her blue eyes were on fire, and two hot tears stood in them, unstanched. "O gran'ther!" she cried, "don't you let 'em have it. I wish I was father. I'd see!" Nicholas Oldfield stood quite still, obedient to that touch upon his arm. "It's the name, Mary," said he. "Why, Freeman Henry's a Titcomb! He can't help that.
It was in the midst of this splendor of light and air, fragrance, colors, shapes, movements, melodies and joys that Isabel, the loftiest receptacle of life among them all, soon sat in a secluded spot, motionless and listless with her unstanched and desperate wound. Everything seemed happy but herself; the very brilliancy of the day only deepened the shadow under which she brooded.
In the era of primitive hospitality the daughters of kings had not disdained to unlatch the sandals of their fathers’ guests; but now, at the feet of Mercy, for the first time Repentance knelt. And still the tears continued, unstanched and undetained. Grief, something keener still perhaps, had claimed her as its own. She bent lower. Then Misery looked up at Compassion.
Take her out walking, you both need it badly enough." They ventured to comply, and eluding Mr. Charnock, went into the park, silvery with the unstanched dews, and the leaves floating down one by one like golden rain. "Not much like the Bush," said Miles. "No," was all Anne durst say. "Poor Nan, how dreary it must have looked to you last year!" "I am afraid I wrote very complaining letters!"
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