It was the first time she had touched me, or shown emotion toward meemotion of the sort for which I was now eagerly longing.

The moon rose late, but before we retired it flooded the grove with light.

This little group of men we have here," pointing to Henderson L. and Governor Wade, "are the County Ring that's trying to get this new county in their clutchesthe County Ring!" This made a little grain of an impression on me; and it was the first time I had ever heard the expression so common in local history "the County Ring."

It was gall and wormwood to think of it.

It was gall and wormwood to think of it.

It starts to be a lily, but the finger and thumb of destinymainly in the form of heredityturn it into the wheat, and then into the prosaic flour and bran in the bins.

As for the awful to-do about the county's lost money, I heard nothing of it, except when, once in a while, somebody, nosing into the matter for one reason or another, would come prying around to ask me about it.

I began by telling them the whole story whenever they asked, and Henderson L. Burns once took down what I said and made me swear to it.

Whenever I came to the jingle of the money in the bag as we put it in the carriage on starting for the Wades', they cross-examined me till I said I sort of seemed to kind of remember that it jingled, and anyhow I recollected that Judge Stone had said "Hear it jingle, Jake!"

It could be used by professors of religion, but under great provocation only.

It harks back to the time when every man who had oxen named them Buck and Golding, and the bow-key held the yoke on.

I see it in Norvay and Sveden.

The churn was always clean inwardly, but she had scoured it on the outside.

She wore the old apron, and as I came up to her, she spread it out with her hands to call my attention to it.

It wouldn't be breakin' the Sabbath to mix up a bakin' for a poor ol' bach like you, would it?

It wouldn't be breakin' the Sabbath to mix up a bakin' for a poor ol' bach like you, would it?

" I showed her how clean everything was, taking pride in my housekeeping; and when she seemed not over-pleased with this, I had in all honesty to tell her how much I was indebted to Mrs. Thorndyke for it.

When it came time for dinner, which on Sunday was at one o'clock, she insisted on getting the meal; and seemed to be terribly anxious for fear everything might not be good.

It was a delicious meal, and to see her preparing it, and then clearing up the table and washing the dishes gave me quite a thrill.

It was a delicious meal, and to see her preparing it, and then clearing up the table and washing the dishes gave me quite a thrill.

It was so much like what I had seen in my visionsand so different.

It divided as a wave is split by a rock, and went in two great moving spouting fountains of red down the line of our back-fire, and swept on, leaving us scorched, blackened, bloodshot of eye and sore of lips, but safe.

It does not appear that Abélard and Héloïse ever saw each other at this time, although he used every means in his power to provide for her safety and comfort.

It remained a convent, and a famous one, for over six hundred years.

This is not history that you are reading to me: it is a romance written to make soldiers weep!"