St. George; Or, The Canadian League, Tom 2E.G. Fuller, 1852 |
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... heard me mutter in my sleep - and although , she does not , I believe , imagine me the murderer , yet she thinks I was in some mysterious manner connected with it . I conclude this from the fact that young Wentworth penetrated the ...
... heard me mutter in my sleep - and although , she does not , I believe , imagine me the murderer , yet she thinks I was in some mysterious manner connected with it . I conclude this from the fact that young Wentworth penetrated the ...
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... heard the re- port , and instantly after a confused tumultuous sound , like many voices mingled together . When he ventured to open his eyes , he saw a black horse before him , plunging violently , and the body of a man prostrate on the ...
... heard the re- port , and instantly after a confused tumultuous sound , like many voices mingled together . When he ventured to open his eyes , he saw a black horse before him , plunging violently , and the body of a man prostrate on the ...
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... heard the sound of voices within . He paused , for the tones of one of the speakers was familiar to him . Stealthily creeping up to the window , he looked in . By this time , the voices had ceased , but the sight that met his view was ...
... heard the sound of voices within . He paused , for the tones of one of the speakers was familiar to him . Stealthily creeping up to the window , he looked in . By this time , the voices had ceased , but the sight that met his view was ...
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... heard but their deep drawn and heavy breathing , and the whole scene looked like the performance of some of those dark , forbidden rites , practiced by the Magicians and Necro- mancers of old . THE CHAPTER III . BROTHERS RECONCILED ...
... heard but their deep drawn and heavy breathing , and the whole scene looked like the performance of some of those dark , forbidden rites , practiced by the Magicians and Necro- mancers of old . THE CHAPTER III . BROTHERS RECONCILED ...
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... heard a slight noise outside . He started , and turning round suddenly beheld a face at the window , and a pair of eyes gazing through , and intently observing the whole trans- action . The face was that of Fergusson . " Thank Heaven ...
... heard a slight noise outside . He started , and turning round suddenly beheld a face at the window , and a pair of eyes gazing through , and intently observing the whole trans- action . The face was that of Fergusson . " Thank Heaven ...
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