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On going down in the morning, I found my aunt musing so profoundly over the breakfast table, with her elbow on the tray, that the contents of the urn had overflowed the teapot and were laying the whol
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On going down in the morning, I found my aunt musing so profoundly over the breakfast table, with her elbow on the tray, that the contents of the urn had overflowed the teapot and were laying the whol
And now my written story ends. I look back, once more—for the last time—before I close these leaves. I see myself, wit…
What I have purposed to record is nearly finished; but there is yet an incident conspicuous in my memory, on which it o…
The year came round to Christmas-time, and I had been at home above two months. I had seen Agnes frequently. However lo…
For a time—at all events until my book should be completed, which would be the work of several months—I took up my abod…
My aunt and I, when we were left alone, talked far into the night. How the emigrants never wrote home, otherwise than c…
I landed in London on a wintry autumn evening. It was dark and raining, and I saw more fog and mud in a minute than I h…
It was a long and gloomy night that gathered on me, haunted by the ghosts of many hopes, of many dear remembrances, man…
One thing more, I had to do, before yielding myself to the shock of these emotions. It was, to conceal what had occurre…
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