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...unconscious of the fearful danger. Despite my utmost speed, I was still several hundred feet away. I heard a sound of flying footsteps behind me. I did not look around. I saw only . . . Only a white arm lifted, a white figure fall . . . It was too late! The receding tide bore her swiftly away. I saw for a moment a golden head lifted from the waters, and heard a cry above the noise of the surf. In my despair I sprang forward to the edge of the pier, intending I know not what - perhaps to spring into the sea, where...
...therefore, now qualified by experience to talk of training. In the first place, I will mention some of its recommendations. It 's an interesting state, one that is warranted to fascinate the fair sex. Then it 's a sure remedy for unpleasant engagements; and you can shake a bore on the strength of it every time. But, my young friend, do not allow these allurements to tempt you into the rash path that leads per asthma ad astra. Breathing slowly and peaceably is a boon which you will learn how to appreciate when you have finished your diurnal sweater...
...elegist, with his Oxford cap and black gown, and brows and cheeks cropped so as to appear as if wearing huge goggles; four spade-bearers, six pall-bearers, with a six-foot coffin on their shoulders. They looked poverty-stricken: their hats, with rims torn off or turned in, bore the figures '63 in front; their apparel being such as is suited to the tearing football fight, and their left legs having crape on them. "The procession moved on," says John Langdon Sibley, "in perfect order to the Delta, and halted under the trees towards the upper end, where...
LARDY.""O monstrous villany!" I exclaimed, as I rushed frantically from the room. I knew that Miss Wiggleson, or rather Mrs. Dah, was at P - rk - r's and my flying steps bore me quickly up Beacon Street. Adelinda fluttered after me breathless, her hand upon my shoulder, a la Francesca di Rimini. As we passed Spruce Street, whom should we see coming toward us but Lardy and Carolinda! I could not restrain my passion...
...bore me awfully, old chaperon...