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Longevity. By W.F. Ainsworth, F.S.A. |
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Mademoiselle Elise. By Edward Francis |
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Mediums and Mysteries. By Narissa Rosavo |
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Miss Kate Marsden |
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My May Queen. By John Jervis Beresford, M.A. |
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Old China |
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On Letter-Writing. By A.H. Japp, LL.D. |
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Paul. By the Author of "Adonais, Q.C." |
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"Proctorised" |
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Rondeau. By E. Nesbit |
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Saint or Satan? By A. Beresford |
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Sappho. By Mary Grey |
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Serenade. By E. Nesbit |
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Sonnets. By Julia Kavanagh |
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So Very Unattractive! |
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Spes. By John Jervis Beresford, M.A. |
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Sweet Nancy. By Jeanie Gwynne Bettany |
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The Church Garden. By Christian Burke |
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The Only Son of his Mother. By Letitia McClintock |
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To my Soul. From the French of Victor Hugo |
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Unexplained. By Letitia McClintock |
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Who Was the Third Maid? |
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Winter in Absence |
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POETRY. |
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Sonnets. By Julia Kavanagh |
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A Song. By G.B. Stuart |
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Enlightenment. By E. Nesbit |
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Winter in Absence |
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A Memory. By George Cotterell |
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In a Bernese Valley. By Alexander Lamont |
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Rondeau. By E. Nesbit |
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Spes. By John Jervis Beresford, M.A. |
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Across the River. By Helen M. Burnside |
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My May Queen. By John Jervis Beresford, M.A. |
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The Church Garden. By Christian Burke |
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Serenade. By E. Nesbit |
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To my Soul. From the French of Victor Hugo |
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Old China |
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ILLUSTRATIONS. |
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By M.L. Gow. |
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"I advanced slowly up the room, stopped, and curtsied." |
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"I saw and recognised the mysterious midnight visitor." |
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"He came back in a few minutes, but so transformed in outward appearance that Ducie scarcely knew him." |
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"Behold!" |
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"Sister Agnes knelt for a few moments and bent her head in silent prayer." |
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"He put his hand to his side, and motioned Mirpah to open the letter." |
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Illustrations to "The Bretons at Home." |
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He came back in a few minutes, but so transformed in outward appearance that Ducie scarcely knew him.
THE ARGOSY.
MARCH, 1891.
THE FATE OF THE HARA DIAMOND.
CHAPTER IX.
AT "THE GOLDEN GRIFFIN."
Captain Edmund Ducie was one of the first to emerge from the wreck. He crept out of the broken window of the crushed-up carriage, and shook himself as a dog might have done. "Once more a narrow squeak for life," he said, half aloud. "If I
