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Parkman, Francis, 1823-1893 [1856], Vassall Morton: a novel. (Phillips, Sampson and Company, Boston) [word count] [eaf666T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
Why waste thy joyous hours in needless pain, Seeking for danger and adventure vain?
Morton mounted his horse, and rode to the house of Mrs. “I have come to take leave of you. I am on my travels “Again! You are always on the wing. I supposed that “My home is a little lonely, and none of the liveliest. “You are wholly made up of restlessness.” “That is Nature's failing, not mine; or if Nature declines “Where are you going?” Morton gave the outline of his journey. “But is not that very difficult and dangerous?”
“Not very.” “You will not be alone, surely.” “I provided for a companion years ago. My friend Meredith An instant shadow passed across the face of Fanny Euston. “So you will have a companion,” she replied, with a nonchalance “Not at all. He breaks his word. He won't hear of going.” The cloud vanished. “I take it ill of him; for I had relied on having him with “He best knows why he fails me. It is some cogent and As Morton spoke, he was studying his companion's features, “Dear cousin,” he said, with a changed tone, “if I must The blush deepened to crimson on Fanny Euston's cheek;
Parkman, Francis, 1823-1893 [1856], Vassall Morton: a novel. (Phillips, Sampson and Company, Boston) [word count] [eaf666T]. |