own imagination . . . I am sorry I did not exist fifty
means are ready, and shall be set to work. I shall have you
He cast back a dark look, and a threatening motion of the hand,
towards the spot where he had left the bolder villian; and went
on his way: busying his bony hands in the folds of his tattered
garment, which he wrenched tightly in his grasp, as though there
were a hated enemy crushed with every motion of his fingers.
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- was the result of my visit to Iceland, on August 29, 1888,
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