A t length, the crisis of the old man’s disorder was past, and he began to mend. By very slow and feeble degrees his consciousness came back; but the mind was weakened and its functions were impaired.
A t length, the crisis of the old man’s disorder was past, and he began to mend. By very slow and feeble degrees his consciousness came back; but the mind was weakened and its functions were impaired.
T he magic reel, which, rolling on before, has led the chronicler thus far, now slackens in its pace, and stops. It lie…
W hen morning came, and they could speak more calmly on the subject of their grief, they heard how her life had closed.…
T he dull, red glow of a wood fire—for no lamp or candle burnt within the room—showed him a figure, seated on the heart…
D ay broke, and found them still upon their way. Since leaving home, they had halted here and there for necessary refre…
K it was no sluggard next morning, but, springing from his bed some time before day, began to prepare for his welcome e…
L ighted rooms, bright fires, cheerful faces, the music of glad voices, words of love and welcome, warm hearts, and tea…
U nconscious of the proceedings faithfully narrated in the last chapter, and little dreaming of the mine which had been…
O n awaking in the morning, Richard Swiveller became conscious, by slow degrees, of whispering voices in his room. Look…
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