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Northern Illinois University
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| Series: |
New York Weekly
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v. 25 no. 50
— page 8 |
| Subject / Tag: |
Sketch |
| Part of: |
New York Weekly, v. XXV, no. 50, October 27, 1870 (Issue) |
| Author: |
Graves, Helen Forrest
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| Date: |
October 27, 1870 |
| First Sentence: |
"I'm so glad he's gone," said Mabel Delmont, with a long breath, as she came dancing back into the room where her mother sat picking fat blue plums, with an eye to the preserve kettle, which Dorcas Nun, the "hired help," was even then hoisting on to the fire, in the kitchen at the end of the long passage. |
| Last Sentence: |
And so the wayward little bark of her heart avoided the perils of final shipwreck. |
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