nature

• December 1st. — We steered for the island of Lemuy. I
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• last night . . . if you don’t think I’m worth a penny
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• and they were unhappy and then they met and they were happy
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• corners, which has battered like a moth at the flame of
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• Indian family, who had come to trade in a canoe from Caylen,
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• voice called on him to stop. His fears obsessing him, he
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• she could not stay to gather in the extent of her possessions,
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• breadth of the river Thames — wide, mournful, peaceful.
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• could trust. To them he explained his plans and the rich
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• had suffered more extremities at the hands of Fate than
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• husband and wife evidently — retired to a back room;
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• demanded what his enemy wanted of him. Far from being his
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• very slowly northward along the trail that connects with
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• story. An unknown friend, he said, who had scrutinized
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• He must be “let down,” for all his friends could do
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• last night . . . if you don’t think I’m worth a penny
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• and other comforts. At Caylen, the most southern island,
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• last night . . . if you don’t think I’m worth a penny
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• however, renders these comparisons peculiarly odious is
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• disappeared. She would get out her sewing; he would read
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