These things, to me, are some evidences that England is not yet utterly forsaken of the Lord its God, though the land be full of sin.
Estella smiled when she considered how very different her circumstances were now to those when, not so long ago, she had feared Monsieur Jones, and thought of him only as her captor. Now, he was something else: her liberator, ...
The yet unbetrayed traitor stayed after the searchers were gone.
The tangled constellations wane and die, / The witchery of waking dawn entwines / A wreath of primrose glory in the sky / And all the orient incarnadines— … [From the New York Sun.]
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