Of all mad creatures, if the learned are right, / It is the slaver kills, and not the bite.
Cakes of rustling ice come rolling down the flood.
It might be apprehended, that among rude nations, where the means of subsistence are procured with so much difficulty, the mind could never raise itself above the consideration of this subject
He heard a voice and looked around to see a man wearing dark clothes.
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