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A Phyllis Of The Sierras

Auhtor: Bret Harte

Language: english
Published: 1888

Genres:

western
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Review by M. Erb, January 2005


Rating: (***)
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... engine- But here he disappeared suddenly. Without glancing at the note again, the stranger quietly replaced it in his pocket, and struck out across ...
... in the chair, who was evidently the first speaker:-. It must have been very funny but as long as Jim is always bringing somebody over from the ...
... to talk of hereafter, and yet,-he stopped-it was not at all in the line of that characteristic adventure, uncivilized novelty, and barbarous freedom ...
... gone in for the law. Got out of the army to do it-too. He's a sharp fellow.. Then you DO allow a man to try many trades-over there, said Miss ...
... that fact.. I know I've been taking a tremendous lot of freedom with you and yours, old man, and it's a deuced shame, interrupted Mainwaring, ...
... considered it more dignified for a lawyer to keep a hotel than a saw-mill. Bradley, as if answering what was passing in his mind, said mischievously, ...
... it, said Bradley, rising and knocking the ashes from his pipe. Not AFTER dinner, surely. said Mainwaring, in surprise. Come now, that's too much ...
... brilliancy of Mrs. Bradley's bedroom candle. Well-oh, he talked a great deal about 'his people' as he called them, and I talked about us. He's ...
... French, nor get French dresses. We ain't got no fancy 'Shallet,' as they call it, with a first-class view of nothing but only a shanty on dry rock. ...
... his own age.. His own age. said Minty, indignantly. Why, she's double that, if she's a day. Well-if he ain't the triflinest, conceitednest little ...
... an errand for me over to The Lookout.. Richelieu's eyes sparkled so suddenly that even in her absorption Minty noticed the change. But ye're ...
... I wish it, and I believe my father wishes it, too. If you'd like him to write to you to that effect-. By no means, it's not at all necessary, ...
... that the organic omission noticed by her was a fact. And now that your good work as Sister of Charity is completed, you'll be able to enter ...
... Richelieu's bag of treasure specimens, and had been overlooked by that ingenuous child. It was of a pretty peacock-blue color, and, besides securing ...
... than a hundred thousand dollars ez it stands.. I suppose I must congratulate you, Miss Sharpe, said Mainwaring with an attempt at interest, but ...
... bad for me. Forgive me, won't you. Think of me, old fellow, as the wretchedest ass you ever met, but not such a cad as this would make me. As ...
... conspired to illuminate the dark passages and uglier inconsistencies of its interior life with the glamour of their own fancy. The fragment of menacing ...
... The Christmas house-party included Lady Canterbridge, whose husband was still detained at Homburg in company with Dunshunner and Bradley, whose wife ...
... will come into a good property some day. And then, society is so made up of caprice, just now, that it is well for your wife's cousin to make the most ...
... Bradley agin-that's giv' me away. Ef that man's all-fired belief in his being the Angel Gabriel and Dan'l Webster rolled inter one don't beat anythin'. ...