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New York Weekly
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v. 32 no. 44
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New York Weekly, v. XXXII, no. 44, September 17, 1877 (Issue) |
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September 17, 1877 |
First Sentence: |
Getting ready to leave New York in the heat of July, with trunks, bundles, and children is no easy matter, but the hope of once more entering my sister's great, cool farm-house-which stands high up on the side of a Hampshire mountain-buoyed up my spirits, and I packed, and opened, and repacked till the long looked-for day arrived, and Jerome-that's my husband, though I call him "Jerry, my dear," for short-Jerry, jr., baby Daisy, myself, and our baggage were safely on the cars at the Grand Central Depot and we ready to go. |
Last Sentence: |
Stiebmann noticed the motionless hands, rose to a sitting position for a moment, uttered a low cry, and fell back a corpse! |
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