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Northern Illinois University
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Series: |
New York Weekly
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v. 26 no. 14
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Sketch |
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New York Weekly, v. XXVI, no. 14, February 16, 1871 (Issue) |
Author: |
Stanley, Clio
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Date: |
February 16, 1871 |
First Sentence: |
Heth Buell leaned over the balcony, outside her window, listening tot he murmurs of laughter, the fragments of idle talk, and the sound of the dancer's feet, as they kept time to merriest music; but no smile crossed the fair face, or lighted the beautiful eyes. |
Last Sentence: |
But Leslie Buell never ceased mourning for his dead wife, or regretting that he had not told her the secret of his early life-the story of the divorced wife, who became insane only a year after he married her, who murdered her own baby, and who was shut up, until that one fatal day, in the great, stone asylum, at Imbray. |
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