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Gilbert and Lana Martin found out what the War was going to mean when Indians led by Tories burnt their five-acre farm that represented two years of labor, killed the cow that represented all their wealth. Then when the Valley people were cooped up in the stockade at Little Stone Arabia, Lana's first child was born dead. She turned against her husband, lived in dread of the future, while he became embittered, sullen, tried to forget his lost aspirations by exhausting himself hunting in the woods. They rented a one-room shack in German Flats, became...
...burnt fuses...
...Philippson. the present incumbent. Sure enough, one day Dore heard a scream. Next time she saw Lorenz he told a cock-&-bull tale of the Baroness and Philippson's hurried departure from the island. Neither of them was seen again. Dore was sure Lorenz had murdered them, burnt their bodies. Then Lorenz, in a hurry to get away, went off in a small boat with a Norwegian fisherman. Their sun-shriveled corpses were afterwards discovered on a nearby island; they had apparently died of starvation and thirst. With the disturbers of their peace gone. Dore and Dr. Ritter heaved...
...Islander able to enforce his rule by trans-Channel assassination, was downright shocking. According to police, "Vice Lord" Vernon's women have been recruited from the poorer classes in Poland and Eastern Europe. They all know how to lisp in French-English and large numbers, after being "burnt out" in London, have been exported to South America, the sink into which the dregs of the world's illicit professionals drain...
Hail! doughty men of Dunster, men of the blood-capped tower of Dunster, have thy flood-lamps burnt out? Replace them! Replace them! Let not thy mind be dimmed by any weak blue haze. And ye able men of Adams, men with hearts of gold, rise above the ethereal blue and shine! Even though ye be a House divided, ye cannot fall. Turn on the lights. Assert thyselves! Ho! eager men of Eliot, ye Green Knights of metrical romance, where is thy chivalry, thy honor? Gawain is thy peer, no blue haired fairy of Pinochio. Light up! Light...