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Identifier: stnicholasserial372dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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ometimes they passed a chaise bound for 1016 THE REFUGEE (Sept., St. Jamess, the postilions busy with the whip, inall haste to come to the journeys end; within,some nocturnal traveler, a gentleman of qualityperhaps, fast asleep, with opened mouth and headrocking from side to side, like an inverted pendu-lum that kept inconstant time. In Hoxton theymet the Lincoln coach —crowded, outside and in— rolling into London, with all on board, exceptthe driver and conductor, sound asleep. When they came out into the country, the night you are! he said, and his voice trembled. I wastired of being alone. And, he added, after apause, I do not like the sound of the wind. It seemed as if he shuddered. Indeed, his con-science played the ghost. As he sat on his horseat the cross-roads, as like as not he had heardthe spirits of those he thought his plots had slain,groaning dismally in the trees. At all events,some such fancy had so played upon his nervesthat he already was unmanned. On that account
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ANTHONY AND ROLAND MOVED FORWARD AT A CANTER. was spread around them. There was no moon.Black clouds, near to earth, raced across the sky,so that only here and there, for an instant, did alonely star peep forth. The wind was moist andwarm and at their backs, blowing a gale from thesouthwest and rustling the leafy branches in thetrees. Many a ship in the Channel was like to bein distress. A clock struck the hour of midnight as theypassed to the north of Forest Gate. At that theyset spurs to their horses, and were soon throughLeyton and climbing the long hill to BarkingSide. They came upon the cross-roads unexpectedly.It was so dark that they were startled by thesound of the Vicomtes voice. Ma foi, how late the familiar sound of the voice of Captain Hoodcame something as a shock. Hands up ! cried Roland, and leaned forwardand seized the bridle of the Frenchmans horse;while Anthony leveled his pistol at the mansdark, uncertain form. Des Ormeaux came outwith a kind of a shriek mingled wit

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