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44	JOSEPH JASPER.	Another fact Mewks carried to his master--namely, that, as Mary came near the door of the house, she was met by "a rough-looking man," who came walking slowly along, as if he had been going up and down waiting for her. He made her an awkward bow as she drew near, and she stopped and had a long conversation with him--su...	{ "id": "8201" }
45	THE SAPPHIRE.	One morning, as Mary sat at her piano, Mewks was shown into the room. He brought the request from his master that she would go to him; he wanted particularly to see her. She did not much like it, neither did she hesitate. She was shown into the room Mr. Redmain called his study, which communicated by a dressing-room ...	{ "id": "8201" }
46	REPARATION.	With all Mr. Redmain's faults, there was a certain love of justice in the man; only, as is the case with most of us, it had ten times the reference to the action of other people that it had to his own: I mean, he made far greater demand for justice upon other people than upon himself; and was much more indignant at any...	{ "id": "8201" }
47	ANOTHER CHANGE.	For some time Tom made progress toward health, and was able to read a good part of the day. Most evenings he asked Joseph to play to him for a while; he was fond of music, and fonder still of criticism--upon anything. When he had done with Joseph, or when he did not want him, Mary was always ready to give the latter a ...	{ "id": "8201" }
48	DISSOLUTION.	It was now Mary's turn to feel that she was, for the first time in her life, about to be cut adrift--adrift, that is, as a world is adrift, on the surest of paths, though without eyes to see. For ten days or so, she could form no idea of what she was likely or would like to do next. But, when we are in such perplexity,...	{ "id": "8201" }
49	THORNWICK.	It was almost with bewilderment that Mrs. Helmer revisited Thornwick. The near past seemed to have vanished like a dream that leaves a sorrow behind it, and the far past to take its place. She had never been accustomed to reflect on her own feelings; things came, were welcome or unwelcome, proved better or worse than s...	{ "id": "8201" }
50	WILLIAM AND MARY MARSTON.	The same day on which Turnbull opened his new shop, a man was seen on a ladder painting out the sign above the old one. But the paint took time to dry. The same day, also, Mary returned to Testbridge, and, going in by the kitchen-door, went up to her father's room, of which and of her own she had kept the keys--to th...	{ "id": "8201" }
51	A HARD TASK.	The next morning, leaving the shop to Letty, Mary set out immediately after breakfast to go to Thornwick. But the duty she had there to perform was so distasteful, that she felt her very limbs refuse the office required of them. They trembled so under her that she could scarcely walk. She sent, therefore, to the neighb...	{ "id": "8201" }
52	A SUMMONS.	One hot Saturday afternoon, in the sleepiest time of the day, when nothing was doing; and nobody in the shop, except a poor boy who had come begging for some string to help him fly his kite, though for the last month wind had been more scarce than string, Jemima came in from Durnmelling, and, greeting Mary with the war...	{ "id": "8201" }
53	A FRIEND IN NEED.	Mary left the house, and saw no one on her way. But it was better, she said to herself, that he should lie there untended, than be waited on by unloving hands. The night was very dark. There was no moon, and the stars were hidden by thick clouds. She must walk all the way to Testbridge. She felt weak, but the fresh a...	{ "id": "8201" }
54	THE NEXT NIGHT.	Mr. Bratt found no difficulty in the way of the interview, for Mr. Redmain had given Mewks instructions he dared not disobey: his master had often ailed, and recovered again, and he must not venture too far! As soon as he had shown the visitor into the room he was dismissed, but not before he had satisfied himself that...	{ "id": "8201" }
55	DISAPPEARANCE.	"I am afraid I must ask you to leave us now, Miss Marston," said Mr. Brett, seated with pen, ink, and paper, to receive his new client's instructions. "No," said Mr. Redmain; "she must stay where she is. I fancy something happened last night which she has got to tell us about." "Ah! What was that?" asked Mr. Brett,...	{ "id": "8201" }
56	A CATASTROPHE.	One winter evening, as soon as his work was over for the day, Joseph locked the door of his smithy, washed himself well, put on clean clothes, and, taking his violin, set out for Testbridge: Mary was expecting him to tea. It was the afternoon of a holiday, and she had closed early. Was there ever a happier man than J...	{ "id": "8201" }
57	THE END OF THE BEGINNING.	Joseph Jasper and Mary Marston were married the next summer. Mary did not leave her shop, nor did Joseph leave his forge. Mary was proud of her husband, not merely because he was a musician, but because he was a blacksmith. For, with the true taste of a right woman, she honored the manhood that could do hard work. The ...	{ "id": "8201" }
1	LE ROI EST MORT	“There; that's it. That's where they buried Frenchman,” said Andrew--known as River Andrew. For there was another Andrew who earned his living on the sea. River Andrew had conducted the two gentlemen from “The Black Sailor” to the churchyard by their own request. A message had been sent to him in the morning that thi...	{ "id": "8493" }
2	VIVE LE ROI	“The Last Hope” had been expected for some days. It was known in Farlingford that she was foul, and that Captain Clubbe had decided to put her on the slip-way at the end of the next voyage. Captain Clubbe was a Farlingford man. “The Last Hope” was a Farlingford built ship, and Seth Clubbe was not the captain to go past...	{ "id": "8493" }
3	THE RETURN OF “THE LAST HOPE”	Not only France, but all Europe, had at this time to reckon with one who, if, as his enemies said, was no Bonaparte, was a very plausible imitation of one. In 1849 France, indeed, was kind enough to give the world a breathing space. She had herself just come through one of those seething years from which she alone se...	{ "id": "8493" }
4	THE MARQUIS'S CREED	Dormer Colville smiled doubtfully. He was too polite, it seemed, to be sceptical, and by his attitude expressed a readiness to be convinced as much from indifference as by reasoning. “It is intolerable,” said the Marquis de Gemosac, “that a man of your understanding should be misled by a few romantic writers in the p...	{ "id": "8493" }
5	ON THE DYKE	Neither had spoken again when their thoughts were turned aside from that story which Colville, instead of telling, had been called upon to hear. For the man whose story it presumably was passed across the green ere the sound of the ship's bell had died away. He had changed his clothes, or else it would have appeared ...	{ "id": "8493" }
6	THE STORY OF THE CASTAWAYS	When River Andrew stated that there were few at Farlingford who knew more of Frenchman than himself, it is to be presumed that he spoke by the letter, and under the reserve that Captain Clubbe was not at the moment on shore. For Captain Clubbe had known Frenchman since boyhood. “I understand,” said Dormer Colville ...	{ "id": "8493" }
7	ON THE SCENT	Dormer Colville attached so much importance to the captain's grave jest that he interpreted it at once to Monsieur de Gemosac. “Captain Clubbe,” he said, “tells us that he does not need to be informed that this Loo Barebone is the man we seek. He has long known it.” Which was a near enough rendering, perhaps, to pa...	{ "id": "8493" }
8	THE LITTLE BOY WHO WAS A KING	The Reverend Septimus Marvin had lost his wife five years earlier. It was commonly said that he had never been the same man since. Which was untrue. Much that is commonly said will, on investigation, be found to be far from the truth. Septimus Marvin had, so to speak, been the same man since infancy. He had always look...	{ "id": "8493" }
9	A MISTAKE	The tide was ebbing still when Barebone loosed his boat, one night, from the grimy steps leading from the garden of Maiden's Grave farm down to the creek. It was at the farm-house that Captain Clubbe now lived when on shore. He had lived there since the death of his brother, two years earlier--that grim Clubbe of Maide...	{ "id": "8493" }
10	IN THE ITALIAN HOUSE	The Abbe Touvent was not a courageous man, and the perspiration, induced by the climb from the high-road up that which had once been the ramp to the Chateau of Gemosac, ran cold when he had turned the key in the rusty lock of the great gate. It was not a dark night, for the moon sailed serenely behind fleecy clouds, bu...	{ "id": "8493" }
11	A BEGINNING	There may be some who refuse to take seriously a person like Albert de Chantonnay because, forsooth, he happened to possess a sense of the picturesque. There are, as a matter of fact, thousands of sensible persons in the British Isles who fail completely to understand the average Frenchman. To the English comprehension...	{ "id": "8493" }
12	THE SECRET OF GEMOSAC	There is no sentiment so artificial as international hatred. In olden days it owed its existence to churchmen, and now an irresponsible press foments that dormant antagonism. Wherever French and English individuals are thrown together by a common endeavour, both are surprised at the mutual esteem which soon develops in...	{ "id": "8493" }
13	WITHIN THE GATES	The great bell hanging inside the gates of Gemosac was silent for two days after the return of Juliette de Gemosac from her fever-stricken convent school, at Saintes. But on the third day, soon after nightfall, it rang once more, breaking suddenly in on the silence of the shadowy courts and gardens, bidding the frogs...	{ "id": "8493" }
14	THE LIFTED VEIL	“Where is the boatman?” asked Marie, as she followed Juliette and Barebone along the deserted jetty. A light burnt dimly at the end of it and one or two boats must have been moored near at hand; for the water could be heard lapping under their bows, a secretive, whispering sound full of mystery. “I am the boatman,” r...	{ "id": "8493" }
15	THE TURN OF THE TIDE	“Tide's a-turning, sir,” said a voice at the open doorway of the cabin, and Captain Clubbe turned his impassive face toward Dormer Colville, who looked oddly white beneath the light of the lamp. Barebone had unceremoniously dragged his hand away from the hold of Juliette's fingers. He made a step back and then turned...	{ "id": "8493" }
16	THE GAMBLERS	In a sense, politics must always represent the game that is most attractive to the careful gambler. For one may play at it without having anything to lose. It is one of the few games within the reach of the adventurous, where no stake need be cast upon the table. The gambler who takes up a political career plays to win...	{ "id": "8493" }
17	ON THE PONT ROYAL	It would appear that John Turner had business south of the Seine, though his clients were few in the Faubourg St. Germain. For this placid British banker was known to be a good hater. His father before him, it was said, had had dealings with the Bourbons, while many a great family of the Emigration would have lost more...	{ "id": "8493" }
18	THE CITY THAT SOON FORGETS	There are in humble life some families which settle their domestic differences on the doorstep, while the neighbours, gathered hastily by the commotion, tiptoe behind each other to watch the fun. In the European congerie France represents this loud-voiced household, and Paris--Paris, the city that soon forgets--is the ...	{ "id": "8493" }
19	IN THE BREACH	The Marquis de Gemosac was sitting at the open window of the little drawing-room in the only habitable part of the chateau. From his position he looked across the courtyard toward the garden where stiff cypress-trees stood sentry among the mignonette and the roses, now in the full glory of their autumn bloom. Beyond ...	{ "id": "8493" }
20	“NINETEEN”	As Juliette returned to the Gate House she encountered her father, walking arm-in-arm with Dormer Colville. The presence of the Englishman within the enceinte of the chateau was probably no surprise to her, for she must have heard the clang of the bell just within the gate, which could not be opened from outside; by wh...	{ "id": "8493" }
21	NO. 8 RUELLE ST. JACOB	Between the Rue de Lille and the Boulevard St. Germain, in the narrow streets which to this day have survived the sweeping influence of Baron Haussmann, once Prefect of the Seine, there are many houses which scarcely seem to have opened door or window since the great Revolution. One of these, to be precise, is situat...	{ "id": "8493" }
22	DROPPING THE PILOT	“The portrait of a lady,” repeated Loo, slowly. “Young and beautiful. That much I remember.” The old nobleman had never removed his covering hand from the locket. He had never glanced at it himself. He looked slowly round the peering faces, two and three deep round the table. He was the oldest man present--one of the...	{ "id": "8493" }
23	A SIMPLE BANKER	Mr. John Turner had none of the outward signs of the discreet adviser in his person or surroundings. He had, it was currently whispered, inherited from his father an enormous clientele of noble names. And to such as have studied the history of Paris during the whole of the nineteenth century, it will appear readily com...	{ "id": "8493" }
24	THE LANE OF MANY TURNINGS	If John Turner expected Colville to bring Loo Barebone with him to the Rue Lafayette he was, in part, disappointed. Colville arrived in a hired carriage, of which the blinds were partially lowered. The driver had been instructed to drive into the roomy court-yard of the house of which Turner's office occupied the fir...	{ "id": "8493" }
25	SANS RANCUNE	A large French fishing-lugger was drifting northward on the ebb tide with its sails flapping idly against the spars. It had been a fine morning, and the Captain, a man from Fecamp, where every boy that is born is born a sailor, had been fortunate in working his way in clear weather across the banks that lie northward o...	{ "id": "8493" }
26	RETURNED EMPTY	The breeze freshened, and, as was to be expected, blew the fog-bank away before sunset. Sep Marvin had been an unwilling student all day. Like many of his cloth and generation, Parson Marvin pinned all his faith on education. “Give a boy a good education,” he said, a hundred times. “Make a gentleman of him, and you h...	{ "id": "8493" }
27	OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES	Miriam's manner toward him was the same as it had always been so long as he could remember. He had once thought--indeed, he had made to her the accusation--that she was always conscious of the social gulf existing between them; that she always remembered that she was by birth and breeding a lady, whereas he was the son...	{ "id": "8493" }
28	BAREBONE'S PRICE	At Farlingford, forgotten of the world, events move slowly and men's minds assimilate change without shock. Old people look for death long before it arrives, so that when at last the great change comes it is effected quite calmly. There is no indecent haste, no scrambling to put a semblance of finish to the incomplete,...	{ "id": "8493" }
29	IN THE DARK	Had John Turner been able to see round the curve of his own vast cheeks he might have perceived the answer to his proposition lurking in a little contemptuous smile at the corner of Miriam's closed lips. Loo saw it there, and turned again to the contemplation of the clock on the mantelpiece which had already given a pr...	{ "id": "8493" }
30	IN THE FURROW AGAIN	Turner, stumbling along the road to “The Black Sailor,” probably wondered why he had failed. It is to be presumed that he knew that the ally he had looked to for powerful aid had played him false at the crucial moment. His misfortune is common to all men who presume to take anything for granted from a woman. Barebo...	{ "id": "8493" }
31	THE THURSDAY OF MADAME DE CHANTONNAY	“It is,” Madame de Chantonnay had maintained throughout the months of January and February--“it is an affair of the heart.” She continued to hold this opinion with, however, a shade less conviction, well into a cold March. “It is an affair of the heart, Abbe,” she said. “Allez! I know what I talk of. It is an affai...	{ "id": "8493" }
32	PRIMROSES	“If I go on, I go alone,” Barebone had once said to Dormer Colville. The words, spoken in the heat of a quarrel, stuck in the memory of both, as such are wont to do. Perhaps, in moments of anger or disillusionment--when we find that neither self nor friend is what we thought--the heart tears itself away from the grip o...	{ "id": "8493" }
33	DORMER COLVILLE IS BLIND	It was late when Dormer Colville reached the quiet sea-coast village of Royan on the evening of his return to the west. He did not seek Mrs. St. Pierre Lawrence until the luncheon hour next morning, when he was informed that she was away from home. “Madame has gone to Paris,” the man said, who, with his wife, was lef...	{ "id": "8493" }
34	A SORDID MATTER	“Bon Dieu! my old friend, what do you expect?” replied Madame de Chantonnay to a rather incoherent statement made to her one May afternoon by the Marquis de Gemosac. “It is the month of May,” she further explained, indicating with a gesture of her dimpled hand the roses abloom all around them. For the Marquis had found...	{ "id": "8493" }
35	A SQUARE MAN	All through the summer of 1851--a year to be marked for all time in the minds of historians, not in red, but in black letters--the war of politics tossed France hither and thither. There were, at this time, five parties contending for mastery. Should one of these appear for the moment to be about to make itself secur...	{ "id": "8493" }
36	MRS. ST. PIERRE LAWRENCE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND	It was early in November that the report took wing in Paris that John Turner's bank was, after all, going to weather the storm. Dormer Colville was among the first to hear this news, and strangely enough he did not at once impart it to Mrs. St. Pierre Lawrence. All through the year, John Turner had kept his client su...	{ "id": "8493" }
37	AN UNDERSTANDING	Loo Barebone went back to the Chateau de Gemosac after those travels in Provence which terminated so oddly on board “The Last Hope,” at anchor in the Garonne River. The Marquis received him with enthusiasm and a spirit of optimism which age could not dim. “Everything is going a merveille!” he cried. “In three month...	{ "id": "8493" }
38	A COUP-D'ETAT	As the Marquis de Gemosac's step was already on the stairs, Barebone was spared the necessity of agreeing in words to the inevitable. A moment later the old man hurried into the room. He had not even waited to remove his coat and gloves. A few snow-flakes powdered his shoulders. “Ah!” he cried, on perceiving Barebo...	{ "id": "8493" }
39	“JOHN DARBY”	Although it was snowing hard, it was not a dark night. There was a half moon hidden behind those thin, fleecy clouds, which carry the snow across the North Sea and cast it noiselessly upon the low-lying coast, from Thanet to the Wash, which knows less rain and more snow than any in England. A gale of wind was blowing...	{ "id": "8493" }
40	FARLINGFORD ONCE MORE	After a hurried consultation, Septimus Marvin was deputed to follow the injured man and take him home, seeing that he had as yet but half recovered his senses. This good Samaritan had scarcely disappeared when a shout from the beach drew the attention of all in another direction. One of the outposts was running towar...	{ "id": "8493" }
1	PILGRIMS AND PATIENTS	THE pilgrims and patients, closely packed on the hard seats of a third-class carriage, were just finishing the "Ave maris Stella," which they had begun to chant on leaving the terminus of the Orleans line, when Marie, slightly raised on her couch of misery and restless with feverish impatience, caught sight of the Pari...	{ "id": "8511" }
2	PIERRE AND MARIE	THE green landscapes of Poitou were now defiling before them, and Abbe Pierre Froment, gazing out of the window, watched the trees fly away till, little by little, he ceased to distinguish them. A steeple appeared and then vanished, and all the pilgrims crossed themselves. They would not reach Poitiers until twelve-thi...	{ "id": "8511" }
3	POITIERS	AS soon as the train arrived at Poitiers, Sister Hyacinthe alighted in all haste, amidst the crowd of porters opening the carriage doors, and of pilgrims darting forward to reach the platform. "Wait a moment, wait a moment," she repeated, "let me pass first. I wish to see if all is over." Then, having entered the oth...	{ "id": "8511" }
4	MIRACLES	JUST as the train was beginning to move, the door of the compartment in which Pierre and Marie found themselves was opened and a porter pushed a girl of fourteen inside, saying: "There's a seat here--make haste!" The others were already pulling long faces and were about to protest, when Sister Hyacinthe exclaimed: "W...	{ "id": "8511" }
5	BERNADETTE	THE train left Bordeaux after a stoppage of a few minutes, during which those who had not dined hastened to purchase some provisions. Moreover, the ailing ones were constantly drinking milk, and asking for biscuits, like little children. And, as soon as they were off again, Sister Hyacinthe clapped her hands, and excla...	{ "id": "8511" }
1	THE TRAIN ARRIVES	IT was twenty minutes past three by the clock of the Lourdes railway station, the dial of which was illumined by a reflector. Under the slanting roof sheltering the platform, a hundred yards or so in length, some shadowy forms went to and fro, resignedly waiting. Only a red signal light peeped out of the black countrys...	{ "id": "8512" }
2	HOSPITAL AND GROTTO	BUILT, so far as it extends, by a charitable Canon, and left unfinished through lack of money, the Hospital of Our Lady of Dolours is a vast pile, four storeys high, and consequently far too lofty, since it is difficult to carry the sufferers to the topmost wards. As a rule the building is occupied by a hundred infirm ...	{ "id": "8512" }
3	FOUNTAIN AND PISCINA	As Pierre went off, ill at ease, mastered by invincible repugnance, unwilling to remain there any longer, he caught sight of M. de Guersaint, kneeling near the Grotto, with the absorbed air of one who is praying with his whole soul. The young priest had not seen him since the morning, and did not know whether he had ma...	{ "id": "8512" }
4	VERIFICATION	THE doctor was waiting for the young priest outside the Verification Office, in front of which a compact and feverish crowd of pilgrims was assembled, waylaying and questioning the patients who went in, and acclaiming them as they came out whenever the news spread of any miracle, such as the restoration of some blind m...	{ "id": "8512" }
5	BERNADETTE'S TRIALS	ABOUT eleven o'clock that night, leaving M. de Guersaint in his room at the Hotel of the Apparitions, it occurred to Pierre to return for a moment to the Hospital of Our Lady of Dolours before going to bed himself. He had left Marie in such a despairing state, so fiercely silent, that he was full of anxiety about her. ...	{ "id": "8512" }
1	BED AND BOARD	AT seven o'clock on the morning of that fine, bright, warm August Sunday, M. de Guersaint was already up and dressed in one of the two little rooms which he had fortunately been able to secure on the third floor of the Hotel of the Apparitions. He had gone to bed at eleven o'clock the night before and had awoke feeling...	{ "id": "8513" }
2	THE "ORDINARY."	WHEN Pierre and M. de Guersaint got outside they began walking slowly amidst the ever-growing stream of the Sundayfied crowd. The sky was a bright blue, the sun warmed the whole town, and there was a festive gaiety in the atmosphere, the keen delight that attends those great fairs which bring entire communities into th...	{ "id": "8513" }
3	THE NIGHT PROCESSION	AS soon as night had fallen Marie, still lying on her bed at the Hospital of Our Lady of Dolours, became extremely impatient, for she had learnt from Madame de Jonquiere that Baron Suire had obtained from Father Fourcade the necessary permission for her to spend the night in front of the Grotto. Thus she kept on questi...	{ "id": "8513" }
4	THE VIGIL	WHEN Pierre dragged Marie in her box to the front of the Grotto, and placed her as near as possible to the railing, it was past midnight, and about a hundred persons were still there, some seated on the benches, but the greater number kneeling as though prostrated in prayer. The Grotto shone from afar, with its multitu...	{ "id": "8513" }
5	THE TWO VICTIMS	PIERRE walked along thirsting for fresh air, his head so heavy that he took off his hat to relieve his burning brow. Despite all the fatigue of that terrible night of vigil, he did not think of sleeping. He was kept erect by that rebellion of his whole being which he could not quiet. Eight o'clock was striking, and he ...	{ "id": "8513" }
1	THE BITTERNESS OP DEATH	AT the Hospital of Our Lady of Dolours, that morning, Marie remained seated on her bed, propped up by pillows. Having spent the whole night at the Grotto, she had refused to let them take her back there. And, as Madame de Jonquiere approached her, to raise one of the pillows which was slipping from its place, she asked...	{ "id": "8514" }
2	THE SERVICE AT THE GROTTO	ON that day, Monday, the crowd at the Grotto, was enormous. It was the last day that the national pilgrimage would spend at Lourdes, and Father Fourcade, in his morning address, had said that it would be necessary to make a supreme effort of fervour and faith to obtain from Heaven all that it might be willing to grant ...	{ "id": "8514" }
3	MARIE'S CURE	IT was good Abbe Judaine who was to carry the Blessed Sacrament in the four-o'clock procession. Since the Blessed Virgin had cured him of a disease of the eyes, a miracle with which the Catholic press still resounded, he had become one of the glories of Lourdes, was given the first place, and honoured with all sorts of...	{ "id": "8514" }
4	TRIUMPH--DESPAIR	PIERRE also had followed Marie, and like her was behind the canopy, carried along as it were by the blast of glory which made her drag her little car along in triumph. Every moment, however, there was so much tempestuous pushing that the young priest would assuredly have fallen if a rough hand had not upheld him. "Do...	{ "id": "8514" }
5	CRADLE AND GRAVE	IMMEDIATELY afterwards, as they descended the steps, Doctor Chassaigne said to Pierre: "You have just seen the triumph; I will now show you two great injustices." And he conducted him into the Rue des Petits-Fosses to visit Bernadette's room, that low, dark chamber whence she set out on the day the Blessed Virgin app...	{ "id": "8514" }
1	EGOTISM AND LOVE	AGAIN that night Pierre, at the Hotel of the Apparitions, was unable to obtain a wink of sleep. After calling at the hospital to inquire after Marie, who, since her return from the procession, had been soundly enjoying the delicious, restoring sleep of a child, he had gone to bed himself feeling anxious at the prolonge...	{ "id": "8515" }
2	PLEASANT HOURS	IT was eight o'clock, and Marie was so impatient that she could not keep still, but continued going to the window, as if she wished to inhale all the air of the vast, expanse and the immense sky. Ah! what a pleasure to be able to run about the streets, across the squares, to go everywhere as far as she might wish. And ...	{ "id": "8515" }
3	DEPARTURE	At half-past two o'clock the white train, which was to leave Lourdes at three-forty, was already in the station, alongside the second platform. For three days it had been waiting on a siding, in the same state as when it had come from Paris, and since it had been run into the station again white flags had been waving f...	{ "id": "8515" }
4	MARIE'S VOW	ONCE more was the white train rolling, rolling towards Paris on its way home; and the third-class carriage, where the shrill voices singing the "Magnificat" at full pitch rose above the growling of the wheels, had again become a common room, a travelling hospital ward, full of disorder, littered like an improvised ambu...	{ "id": "8515" }
5	THE DEATH OP BERNADETTE--THE NEW RELIGION	AND the journey continued; the train rolled, still rolled along. At Sainte-Maure the prayers of the mass were said, and at Sainte-Pierre-des- Corps the "Credo" was chanted. However, the religious exercises no longer proved so welcome; the pilgrims' zeal was flagging somewhat in the increasing fatigue of their return jo...	{ "id": "8515" }
1	None	When the time drew near for Samuel the Beadle to let his son begin his term of military service, he betook himself to the market, purchased a regulation shirt, a knapsack, and a few other things needed by a soldier--and he did not forget the main item: he ran and fetched a bottle of liquor. Then he went home. And the...	{ "id": "8539" }
2	None	You ask me whether I remember everything--he began from behind the smoke. Why, I see it all as if it had happened yesterday. I do not know exactly how old I was then. I remember only that my brother Solomon became a Bar-Mitzwah at that time. Then there was Dovidl, another brother, younger than Solomon, but older than m...	{ "id": "8539" }
3	None	After tramping a while alongside the coach, the old man lit his pipe, emitted a cloud of smoke, and continued:-- I do not know what happened then. I cannot tell who caught me, nor the place I was taken to. I must have been in a trance all the while. When I awoke, I found myself surrounded by a flock of sheep, in a...	{ "id": "8539" }
4	None	We had left the coach far behind, and had to wait till it overtook us. Meanwhile I looked downhill into the valley below: it was a veritable sea of slush. The teams that followed ours sank into it, and seemed not to be moving at all. The oblique rays of the setting sun, reflected and radiating in every direction, lent ...	{ "id": "8539" }
5	None	I am going to pass over a long time--resumed the old man later. There was much traveling and many stops; much tramping on foot, with legs swollen; but all that has nothing to do with the subject. Once in a while our guard would get angry at us, curse us bitterly, and strike us with his whip. "You cursed Jews," he wou...	{ "id": "8539" }
6	None	By and by the streaks of light disappeared in the twilight sky, and the wintry night threw the mantle of thick and misty blackness over us. Presently I heard the old man conclude his prayer: "When the world will be reclaimed through the kingship of the Almighty; when all mortals will acknowledge Thy name. . . . on th...	{ "id": "8539" }
7	None	The next day--resumed the old man--the situation became a little clearer to me. Marusya told me that according to the gossip of the village her mother was a converted Jewess. She, Marusya, was not so sure of it. Her father would call her mother a Jewess once in a while, but that happened only when he was drunk. So she ...	{ "id": "8539" }
8	None	The wind began to grow cold; we pressed close to one another to keep warm. The old man drew his old coat tightly about him, and continued his story:-- Well, we of our little community threw off the yoke of the old Torah, yet refused to accept the yoke of the new Torah. Nevertheless our lives were far from being barr...	{ "id": "8539" }
9	None	After we had warmed ourselves a little in the village inn, we returned to our seats in the coach, and the drive continued his "talk" with the horses. The old man resumed his story:-- Well, I had fallen into debt; and my two creditors were very hard to satisfy. Jacob had offered, though vainly, to sacrifice his skin f...	{ "id": "8539" }
10	None	Hard as Anna's lot was, Peter himself was not very happy either. I do not know how things are managed nowadays. As I told you before, new times bring new people with new ways. It never happened in our day that a Jewish maiden, no matter what class she belonged to, should throw herself at a young Gentile, and tell him, ...	{ "id": "8539" }
11	None	A mixture of light and darkness appeared in a corner of the eastern sky, something like the reflection of a distant conflagration. The light spread farther and farther, and swallowed many a star. It looked as if some half-extinguished firebrand of a world had blazed up again, and was burning brightly once more. But no!...	{ "id": "8539" }
12	None	So, after all, they had not been mere sport, those years of drilling, of exercising, of training to "stand up," to "lie down," to "run," etc., etc. . . . It had been all for the sake of war, and it was to war that we were going. My companion in exile, I mean my Barker, did not wish to part from me. Ashamed though I am...	{ "id": "8539" }
13	None	Here the old man stopped for a while. Apparently he skipped many an incident, and omitted many a thing that he did not care to mention. I saw he was touching upon them mentally. Her resumed:-- Just so, just so. . . . Many, many a thing may take place within us, without our ever knowing it. I never suspected that I h...	{ "id": "8539" }
1	None	“And I--my joy of life is fled, My spirit's power, my bosom's glow; The raven locks that grac'd my head, Wave in a wreath of snow! And where the star of youth arose, I deem'd life's lingering ray should close, And those lov'd trees my tomb o'ershade, Beneath whose arching bowers my childhood play'd.” MRS. H...	{ "id": "8647" }
2	None	“Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits;-- I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad.” _Two Gentlemen of--Clawbonny. _ During the year that succeeded after I was prepared for Yale, Mr. Hardinge had pursued a very judicious course with my ed...	{ "id": "8647" }
3	None	“There's a youth in this city, it were a great pity That he from our lasses should wander awa'; For he's bonny and braw, weel-favoured witha', And his hair has a natural buckle and a'. His coat is the hue of his bonnet so blue; His pocket is white as the new-driven snaw; His hose they are blue, and his shoon ...	{ "id": "8647" }
4	None	“There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.” Brutus--Julius Caesar. In four hours f...	{ "id": "8647" }
5	None	“They hurried us aboard a bark; Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast: the very rats Instinctively had girt us--” _Tempest. _ The hour that succeeded in the calm of expectation, was one of the most disquieting of my life. As soon...	{ "id": "8647" }
6	None	“The yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up.” _Macbeth. _ Poor Captain Robbins! No sooner did he regain his bodily strength, than he began to endure the pain of mind that was inseparable from the loss of his ship. Marble, who, now that he had fallen to the humbler condition of a second-mate, was more than u...	{ "id": "8647" }
7	None	“Oh! forget not the hour, when through forest and vale We returned with our chief to his dear native halls! Through the woody Sierra there sigh'd not a gale, And the moonbeam was bright on his battlement walls; And nature lay sleeping in calmness and light, Round the house of the _truants_, that rose on our sig...	{ "id": "8647" }
8	None	“Thou art the same, eternal sea! The earth hath many shapes and forms Of hill and valley, flower and tree; Fields that the fervid noontide warms, Or Winter's rugged grasp deforms, Or bright with Autumn's golden store; Thou coverest up thy face with storms, Or smilest serene--but still thy roar And dashing...	{ "id": "8647" }

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