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...next morning, a bright and sunny Sabbath, he awoke and sprang lightly from his couch. Blithely he proceeded to untie the bundle of clothes. An exclamation of surprise escaped him. One by one, with feverish haste he examined the pieces. Each garment was new to his gaze, its form and pattern strange, its use impossible to conjecture. Slowly the awful truth dawned upon him. The garments belonged...
...accepted the situation: the girls' affections must be won, but how? A sight that had met our wandering gaze suggested the modus. Just in front of the girls, and consequently but two seats in front of us, there was one of those honest, real old-fashioned bald-heads, with about five hairs above each ear and all the rest a glittering expanse. Now, it has always been a theory of mine that if you can get a young lady to smile at what you say, you can soon get her to smile...
...summer had passed. And perhaps the companionship of Miss Edith Austen had helped solace me. She was truly a very charming girl, - her glass and her friends told her so, - and I think she fully believed it; she had her little vanities, which she carefully concealed from the public gaze. I was very willing to join in the universal verdict, and - she was very willing that I should. I cannot truthfully say, however, that our relations had as yet assumed any very sentimental aspect; she never would quite allow that. Yet I believe that she preferred me to the other...
...ground first, and catch all the fish before he was up. Then how I would grin at him when he came along an hour afterward! With what coolness I would hold up my twenty-pounders to his astonished and chagrined gaze! A glorious opportunity for revenge...
...meditations were at this point interrupted by a loud cry of "Yang, yang!" and suddenly before my affrighted gaze there stood the form of an aboriginal and autochthonous native. Of course I was scared perfectly indigo, the more so as he poured forth a torrent of unintelligible sounds, among which I barely distinguished the familiar syllables of Lardy and Linda. When I did recognize these, however, I leave the reader to imagine what feelings I experienced. All that impotent rage and hate mingled with love, all that blighted hope and the consciousness of personal injury combined with everlasting affection, could...