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Title: The International library of famous literature, selections from the world's great writers, ancient, mediaeval, and modern with biographical and explanatory notes and critical essays by many eminent writers
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Garnett, Richard, 1835-1906 Vallée, Léon, 1850-1919 Brandl, Alois, 1855-1940 Mitchell, Donald Grant, 1822-1908
Subjects: Literature
Publisher: London : The Standard
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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reply, Oh, Dora, love, as fitas I to be a husband! I dont know, with the old shake of her curls. Per-haps 1 But, if I had been more fit to be married, I might havemade you more so, too. Besides, you are very clever, and Inever was. We have been very happy, my sweet Dora. I was very happy, very. But, as years went on, my dearboy would have wearied of his child wife. She would havebeen less and less a companion for him. He would have beenmore and more sensible of what was wanting in his home. Shewouldnt have improved. It is better as it is. Oh, Dora, dearest, dearest, do not speak to me so. Everyword seems a reproach ! No, not a syllable ! she answers, kissing me. Oh, mydear you never deserved it, and I loved you far too well to saya reproachful word to you in earnest — it was all the merit Ihad, except being pretty — or you thought me so. Is it lonelydownstairs, Doady? Very ! Very ! Dont cry ! Is my chair there ? In its old place. Oh, how my poor boy cries ! Hush, hush ! Now, make
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1 sit down by the fire THE DEATH OF DORA. 800T me one promise. I want to speak to Agnes. When you godownstairs, tell Agnes so, and send her up to me; and whileI speak to her, let no one come — not even aunt. I want tospeak to Agnes by herself. I want to speak to Agnes, quitealone. I promise that she shall, immediately; but I cannot leaveher for my grief. I said that it was better as it is ! she whispers, as sheholds me in her arms. Oh, Doady, after more years, younever could have loved your child wife better than you do;and, after more years, she would so have tried and disappointedyou, that you might not have been able to love her half sowell ! I know I was too young and foolish. It is much betteras it is ! Agnes is downstairs, when I go into the parlor ; and Igive her the message. She disappears, leaving me alone withJip. His Chinese house is by the fire; and he lies within it, onhis bed of flannel, querulously trying to sleep. The brightmoon is high and clear. As I look out on th

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