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The Complete Illustrations
- Ozias Midwinter, recovering from brain
fever, was a startling object to contemplate...
- ...many is the night we have slept
together, and wimpered together, on the cold hillside.
- As he took a step forward to open the door,
Midwinter's hand seized him suddenly by the coat-collar and forced
- ...and a prodigious lapful of flowers
rolled out on the gravel walk.
- Down came papa with his nice white heir,
and mama with her nice lace cap.
- His paroxysms of laughter followed each
other with such convulsive violence, that Miss Milroy...
- Young Pedgift was troubled with no nervous
- Both governess and pupil were close to the
summer-house before they looked that way, and noticed Midwinter
- "You wretch!" said Mrs. Milroy. With that
expression of opinion, she opened the letter.
- They rang. A lean and yellow young woman,
with a tattered French novel in her hand, opened it.
- Midwinter struggled against the facination
of looking at her and listening to her.
- In a little time, he and the groom came
back with Miss Milroy between them, as well protected as could be
from the rain.
- "What have I done wrong?" I asked
- "Stop, sir!" he called out desperately as the gig came up with
- ...he sat down sulkily, and thought that a
girl of spirit might have run away...
- ...and turned to the first page of the
manuscript before him.
- "You can see him now," I answered, and
pointed to the place.
- The doctor started to his feet (with the
fly still in his hand), and looked at me -- a little too
theatrically -- with an expression of utmost horror.
- For the moment they both stood speechless,
hand in hand, looking at each other.
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