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e matron. This gentleman has taken an interest in several of our boys. You remember Charles Benton and Henry Freize? They were both sent through college by Mr.--er--this Trustee, and both have repaid with hard work and success the money that was so generously expended. Other payment the gentleman does not wish. Heretofore his philanthropies have been directed solely towards the boys; I have never been able to interest him in the slightest degree in any of the girls in the institution, no matter
accustomed to many eyes.And as each and all of them were warmed without by the sun, so each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, at least some remote and distant hope which, though perhaps starving to nothing, still lived on, as hopes will. They were all cheerful, and many of them merry. They came round by The Pure Drop Inn, and were turning out of the high road to pass through a wicket-gate into the meadows, when one of the women said-- The
I wonder, said the mother, wearily, when they neared the door, if they've got any coal? Don't worry, said Jennie. If they haven't I'll go. A man run us away, was almost the first greeting that the perturbed George offered when the mother made her inquiry about the coal. I got a little, though. he added. I threw it off a car. Mrs. Gerhardt only smiled, but Jennie laughed. How is Veronica? she inquired. She seems to be sleeping, said the father. I gave her medicine again at five. While the scanty
as ripped open by the Bulgarian soldiers, after they had subjected her to as much cruelty as a damsel could survive; they knocked the Baron, her father, on the head for attempting to defend her; My Lady, her mother, was cut in pieces; my poor pupil was served just in the same manner as his sister; and as for the castle, they have not left one stone upon another; they have destroyed all the ducks, and sheep, the barns, and the trees; but we have had our revenge, for the Abares have done the very
only differed on some point of science, he thought; and being a man of no scientific passions (except in the matter of conveyancing), he even added: It is nothing worse than that! He gave his friend a few seconds to recover his composure, and then approached the question he had come to put. Did you ever come across a protege of his--one Hyde? he asked.Hyde? repeated Lanyon. No. Never heard of him. Since my time. That was the amount of information that the lawyer carried back with him to the
ow about it, except that she would be better at the bottom of the river than remaining with her benefactress. So the poor child exchanged a benefactress for a benefactor. Fyodor Pavlovitch did not get a penny this time, for the general's widow was furious. She gave them nothing and cursed them both. But he had not reckoned on a dowry; what allured him was the remarkable beauty of the innocent girl, above all her innocent appearance, which had a peculiar attraction for a vicious profligate, who