| "Come in; you got to come in, Ma'me Valtour," stubbornly insisted Seraphine, leading the way into the cabin. "I sen' 'er to de h |
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| I don't know what! I want to ask if she saw it |
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| her small gallery, stringing red peppers |
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| one else having penetrated to the sitting-room. |
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| standing in her dear old doorway waiting for me. |
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| pelting, melting, showering, suffocating snow. |
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| black the negroes looked, standing in the white |
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| where the chicken was; but we did want coffee. |
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| Chopin was in many ways, a woman before her time. |
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| love and borne from a mother's heart. |
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| told us what he saw.." [source: Jane Le Marquand, Deep S |
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| they have not crumbled utterly to dust! |
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| his satirical novel The Blithedale Romance |
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| The Minister's Black Veil Study Guide |
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| the companion piece, Extracts from Adam's Diary. |
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