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MihaElla
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The men thus pressed were taken from the near grasp of parents or wives,& were often deprived of the hard earnings of years,which remained in the hands of the masters of the merchantman in which they had served,subject to all the chances of honesty or dishonesty,life or death. Now all this tyranny (for I can use no other word) is marvellous to us; we cannot imagine how it is that a nation submitted to it for so long
— May 12, 2020 12:39AM
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MihaElla
is on page 540 of 560
Little lassie, forgive me now! I ha' made thee my idol; and if I could live my life o'er again I would love my God more, and thee less; and then I shouldn't ha' sinned this sin against thee. But speak one word of love to me—one little word, that I may know I have thy pardon.
— May 20, 2020 11:19AM
MihaElla
is on page 525 of 560
St Jean d'Acre, you know—though it's fine saying "you know", when I didn't know a bit about it myself till the captain's ship was ordered there,—Acre is a seaport town, not far from Jaffa, which is the modern name for Joppa, where St Paul went to long ago; you've read of that, I'm sure,& Mount Carmel, where the prophet Elijah was once, all in Palestine, you know, only the Turks have got it now?
— May 19, 2020 12:00PM
MihaElla
is on page 520 of 560
Sylvia Hepburn, thou'rt speaking like a silly child.
No. I'm speaking like a woman; like a woman as finds out she's been cheated by men as she trusted, and as has no help for it. I'm noane going to say any more about it. It's me as has been wronged, and as has to bear it: only I thought I'd tell yo' both this much, that yo' might know somewhat why he went away, and how I said my last word about it.
— May 19, 2020 11:47AM
No. I'm speaking like a woman; like a woman as finds out she's been cheated by men as she trusted, and as has no help for it. I'm noane going to say any more about it. It's me as has been wronged, and as has to bear it: only I thought I'd tell yo' both this much, that yo' might know somewhat why he went away, and how I said my last word about it.
MihaElla
is on page 510 of 560
Well, to be sure! how thin & pale yo've grown,Sylvia! Matrimony hasn't agreed wi' yo' as well as it's done wi me. Brunton is allays saying (yo' know what a man he is for his joke) that if he'd ha' known how many yards o' silk I should ha' ta'en for a gown,he'd ha' thought twice afore he'd ha' married me.Why, I've gained a matter o' thirty pound o' flesh sin' I were married!
Yo' do look brave and hearty! said Sylvia
— May 19, 2020 11:19AM
Yo' do look brave and hearty! said Sylvia
MihaElla
is on page 500 of 560
In the morning,on the 7th of May,1799,a man at the masthead of the Tigre sang out that he saw ships in the offing;& in reply to the signal that was hastily run up,he saw the distant vessels hoist friendly flags.That May morning was a busy time.The besieged Turks took heart of grace;the French outside,under the command of their great general,
— May 19, 2020 10:45AM
MihaElla
is on page 462 of 560
But Philip walked with him the two or three miles in the most submissive silence, never uttering a syllable of regret or repentance; and before Justice Cholmley, of Holm-Fell Hall, he was sworn into his Majesty's service, under the name of Stephen Freeman. With a new name, he began a new life. Alas! the old life lives for ever!
— May 17, 2020 02:17PM
MihaElla
is on page 422 of 560
Philip was tender even to humility in his conduct towards her. But nothing stirred her from her fortress of reserve. And he knew she was so different; he knew how loving, nay, passionate, was her nature—vehement, demonstrative—oh! how could he stir her once more into expression, even if the first show or speech she made was of anger?
— May 17, 2020 10:47AM
MihaElla
is on page 415 of 560
and Sylvia was rather ashamed of her own yearnings for solitude and open air, and the sight and sound of the mother-like sea. She used to take off her hat, and sit there, her hands clasping her knees, the salt air lifting her bright curls, gazing at the distant horizon over the sea, in a sad dreaminess of thought; if she had been asked on what she meditated, she could not have told you.
— May 17, 2020 09:28AM
MihaElla
is on page 405 of 560
Sitting in the dark parlour at the back of the shop, and doing 'white work,' was much more wearying to her than running out into the fields to bring up the cows, or spinning wool, or making up butter. She sometimes thought to herself that it was a strange kind of life where there were no out-door animals to look after; the 'ox and the ass' had hitherto come into all her ideas of humanity;
— May 17, 2020 08:38AM
MihaElla
is on page 345 of 560
I tell thee my flesh and blood wasn't made for forgiving and forgetting. Once for all, thou must take my word. When I love I love, and when I hate I hate; and him as has done hard to me, or to mine, I may keep fra' striking or murdering, but I'll niver forgive. I should be just a monster, fit to be shown at a fair, if I could forgive him as got feyther hanged.
— May 17, 2020 07:49AM
