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The two ships becalmed on a torpid sea, I believed to bedown the thief's pack behind him, I passed over

quickly: it was an object of terror

So was the black horned thing seated aloof on a rock, surveying a

distant crowd surrounding a gallows

Each picture told a story;and i: as interesting as the tales Bessie sos, when she chanced to be in good hu-table to the nursery hearth, she allowed

us to sit about it, and while she got up Mrs Reed's lace frills,

and crier attention with

passages of love and adventure taken from old fairy tales and other

ballads; or (as at a later period I discovered) froes of

Pamela, and Henry, Earl of Moreland

With Bewick on my knee, I was then happy: happy at least inbut interruption, and that came too soon The

breakfast-room door opened

"Boh! Madam Mope!" cried the voice of John Reed; then he paused:

he found the room apparently empty

"Where the dickens is she!" he continued "Lizzy! Georgy! (calling

to his sisters) Joan is not here: tell mama she is run out into the

rain--bad animal!"