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Updated: June 4, 2025


Why, there's a question for an emigrant's wife! How could I move on land or sea without it, love? 'I mean, enough. 'Enough! More than enough. Twenty times more than enough. A pocket-full. Mark and I, for all essential ends, are quite as rich as if we had the purse of Fortunatus in our baggage. 'The half-hour's a-going! cried Mr Tapley.

A great part are decayed on the ground, and the sound ones are more palatable than before. The note of the chickadee sounds now more distinct, as you wander amid the old trees, and the autumnal dandelion is half-closed and tearful. But still, if you are a skilful gleaner, you may get many a pocket-full even of grafted fruit, long after apples are supposed to be gone out-of-doors.

But still, if you are a skilful gleaner, you may get many a pocket-full even of grafted fruit, long after apples are supposed to be gone out-of-doors. I know a Blue-Pearmain tree, growing within the edge of a swamp, almost as good as wild. You would not suppose that there was any fruit left there, on the first survey, but you must look according to system.

The mussel was his greatest joy, perhaps; it had been given him by a fisherman, who had brought a pocket-full back from his sea trip, to please his own children. It made no sound, but the tint was pure and lovely, and it was lined with rainbow pearl. John was telling him now, as he struggled into his shirt and trousers, about the vision of last night, and the dreams that followed it.

She could always guess the answers, even before she had heard the end of the riddle. This is the riddle which Manoel told the princess: "I went away from home with a pocket full; Soon it became empty; Again it became full. I went away from home with a companion; My pocket-full killed my companion; My dead companion was the slayer of three; The three killed seven.

Does it leave you feebler with mere pity? Does it accentuate pain and grief by simply dwelling on it with barren words? I leave you to say what that is. We have a certain gentle disrespect among us for the doctor who is described as, oh! so sympathetic, the man who goes about his work with a pocket-full of banal phrases calculated to soothe and comfort the cravings of the wretched.

Sumner, both by interest and instinct, felt the value of his English connection, and cultivated it the more as he became socially an outcast from Boston society by the passions of politics. He was rarely without a pocket-full of letters from duchesses or noblemen in England. Having sacrificed to principle his social position in America, he clung the more closely to his foreign attachments.

But he did scrabble for more. Presently he had a pocket-full of small stones which would be regarded with rapture by his nieces and nephews because they had come from the stars. Actually, they were quite commonplace minerals. The flecks of what looked like gold were only iron pyrates. Jones did not leave the ship. He was puttering. Nor Alicia.

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