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• The Cloister and the Hearth  
  "Never tyne the ship for want of a bit of tar, Gerard," said his changeable mother. But she added, "Well, there, I will put the crown in my pocket. That won't be like putting it back in the box.

• A Simpleton  
  A young lady sat pricking a framed canvas in the drawing-room of Kent Villa, a mile from Gravesend; she was making, at a cost of time and tinted wool, a chair cover, admirably unfit to be sat upon--except by some severe artist, bent on obliterating discordant colors.

• Put Yourself In His Place  
  But industry so vast, working by steam on a limited space, has been fatal to beauty: Hillsborough, though built on one of the loveliest sites in England, is perhaps the most hideous town in creation. All ups and down and back slums. Not one of its wriggling, broken-backed streets has handsome shops in an unbroken row.

• The Knightsbridge Mystery  
  But the landlady's tongue ran the other way. Her weight was sixteen stone, her sentiments were her interests, and her tongue her tomahawk. "'Tis pity," said she one day, "some folk can't keep their tongues from blackening of their betters. The Captain is a civil-spoken gentleman--Lord send there were more of them in these parts!--as takes his hat off to me whenever he meets me, and pays his reckoning weekly. If he has a mind to be private, what business is that of yours, or yours?

• The History Of An Acre  
  The affair was not rosy at first; the leases were unexpired the rents low, the footway unpaved. She has told me herself -- for we were, for years, on very friendly terms -- that she had to trudge through the slush and dirt to apply for her quarterly rents, and often went home crying at the hostile reception or excuses she met

• White Lies  
  Thus rooted in his native Brittany, Henri Lionel Marie St. Quentin de Beaurepaire was as fortunate as any man can be pronounced before he dies. He had health, rank, a good income, a fair domain, a goodly house, a loving wife, and two lovely young daughters, all veneration and affection.

• Hard Cash  
  The madhouse scenes have been picked out by certain disinterested gentlemen, who keep private asylums, and periodicals to puff them; and have been met with bold denials of public facts, and with timid personalities, and a little easy cant about Sensation* Novelists

• It Is Never Too Late to Mend  
  He was deeply in love with a lady who returned his passion, but she was hopelessly out of his reach, because he had not much money or expectations

• A Woman-Hater  
  If you ask me what she was doing, why -- hunting; and had been, for some days, in all the inns of Homburg. She had the visitors' book, and was going through the names of the whole year

• Peg Woffington  
  Mr. Vane had conversed with Triplet, that is, let Triplet talk to him in a coffee-house, and Triplet, the most sanguine of unfortunate men, had already built a series of expectations upon that interview, when this note arrived.

• Love Me Little, Love Me Long  
  Perhaps, if Adonis had stood before her now, rolling his eyes, and his phrases hot from the annuals, the flourishing matron might have sent him to the servants' hall with a wave of her white and jeweled hand.

• Christie Johnstone  
  The fortunate man is he who, born poor, or nobody, works gradually up to wealth and consideration, and, having got them, dies before he finds they were not worth so much trouble.

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