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Page 80
... Bryan grew more com- posed , more collected . He brushed his large hands across his eyes . " Tell us about it , Noel , my lad ; tell us how it happened , " he said in a low voice . -- " It's soon told , Bryan , " Noel answered . " You ...
... Bryan grew more com- posed , more collected . He brushed his large hands across his eyes . " Tell us about it , Noel , my lad ; tell us how it happened , " he said in a low voice . -- " It's soon told , Bryan , " Noel answered . " You ...
Page 81
... Bryan murmured , as he drew Noel towards him , very carefully and tenderly , lest he should press upon the wounded arm . " Well , then , I hit him , " the boy continued , " and he cut at me with a whip he had in his hand . He didn't ...
... Bryan murmured , as he drew Noel towards him , very carefully and tenderly , lest he should press upon the wounded arm . " Well , then , I hit him , " the boy continued , " and he cut at me with a whip he had in his hand . He didn't ...
Page 82
... Bryan , I did feel so wretched then , and I longed so to see you again , to have another talk with you , as we had out in the meadow , and up in the balcony at the Old Ship ! Do you remember ? Wasn't that prime ? I got caned for it ...
... Bryan , I did feel so wretched then , and I longed so to see you again , to have another talk with you , as we had out in the meadow , and up in the balcony at the Old Ship ! Do you remember ? Wasn't that prime ? I got caned for it ...
Page 83
" The " He'll do well enough , " Bryan said with some sternness . boy's dog - tired . He'd sleep on a bed of thorns . Pray heaven he never gets a worse bed than he's got now ! " with " You will help me , Bryan , won't you ? " asked Noel ...
" The " He'll do well enough , " Bryan said with some sternness . boy's dog - tired . He'd sleep on a bed of thorns . Pray heaven he never gets a worse bed than he's got now ! " with " You will help me , Bryan , won't you ? " asked Noel ...
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... Bryan , after a pause slowly stretched out his hand , which in a moment was eagerly clasped and shaken by the sculptor . " I've too few friends in the world , " Bryan said with a sad smile , " to be able to afford the loss of even the ...
... Bryan , after a pause slowly stretched out his hand , which in a moment was eagerly clasped and shaken by the sculptor . " I've too few friends in the world , " Bryan said with a sad smile , " to be able to afford the loss of even the ...
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Page 180 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.