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King Olafcame at last to the determination, from all these considerations, thatthe people who would follow him should make themselves ready to proceedby land across Gautland, and so to Norway.
tellher, that with my whole heart I wish for her what she wished forherself on Thursday evening, while she was listening to Chopin’sBallade.
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When George met it during thesoup course he had the feeling of having encountered a simoom whilejourneying across an African desert.
Whenhe had the fire negotiated, Milly was in bed with the little daughter,—asmall bed in the side room.
It may be doubted whether the most cool-headed of men could findhimself in such a situation as that of Fred Ashman, without beingoverwhelmed by the bewildering wealth surrounding him.
The reason why no palm-oil trees grow further east than Pambété issaid to be the stony soil there, and this seems a valid one, for itloves rich loamy meadows.
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“It’s loaded all right,” said Keller, examining the pistol, “but—”“What! did it miss fire?”“There was no cap in it,” Keller announced.
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I am nearly twenty-seven years old, and yet I know I am little betterthan a child.
King Harald heard that the vikings, who were in the West sea in winter,plundered far and wide in the middle part of Norway; and therefore everysummer he made an expedition to search the isles and out-skerries (1) onthe coast.
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This was a paperpacket, some six or seven inches thick, and eight or nine in length,wrapped in an old newspaper, and tied round three or four times withstring.
She “had a tantrum” and for the first and only time in herlife Johnathan Forge thrashed her.
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It was hard work, forcing the long shallow boat against the rapidcurrent of the stream, whose unknown source is somewhere among thefamous diamond regions of Brazil.