Hills of the Shatemuc by Susan Warner
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handing it over. "And Mr. Haye was kind enough to bring it
from Little River?" "Yes sir -- he said it was for somebody here." "And now you are going to Mannahatta?" "Yes sir -- to-morrow. Good bye, Mr. Glanbally." "Are you alone, Miss Elizabeth?" "Yes sir." "Where is Miss Cadwallader?" "She's at home. I've just been down to see nurse." "But it's too late for you," said Mr. Glanbally, getting up, -- "it's too dark -- it's too late for you to go home alone." "O no sir, I'm not afraid." "Stop, I'll go with you," said Mr. Glanbally, -- "but I've been riding till I'm as stiff as the tongs -- Winthrop, are you too tired to walk home with this young lady? -- as her father has brought you a letter you might do so much." "Certainly, sir, -- I am not tired." "I don't want anybody. I'm not in the least afraid, Mr. |
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