The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 106, August, 1866

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Various. The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 106, August, 1866

HOW MY NEW ACQUAINTANCES SPIN

WHAT DID SHE SEE WITH?

THE MINER

PHYSICAL HISTORY OF THE VALLEY OF THE AMAZONS

II

A MANIAC'S CONFESSION

THE GREAT DOCTOR

A STORY IN TWO PARTS

II

MY FARM: A FABLE

PASSAGES FROM HAWTHORNE'S NOTE-BOOKS

VIII

THE CHIMNEY-CORNER FOR 1866

VIII. HOW SHALL WE ENTERTAIN OUR COMPANY?

GRIFFITH GAUNT; OR, JEALOUSY

CHAPTER XXXII

CHAPTER XXXIII

CHAPTER XXXIV

CHAPTER XXXV

CHAPTER XXXVI

CHAPTER XXXVII

CHAPTER XXXVIII

LONDON FORTY YEARS AGO

FROM THE MEMORANDA OF A TRAVELLER

A YEAR IN MONTANA

REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES

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I could not have been more than seven or eight years old, when it happened; but it might have been yesterday. Among all other childish memories, it stands alone. To this very day it brings with it the old, utter sinking of the heart, and the old, dull sense of mystery.

To read the story, you should have known my mother. To understand it, you should understand her. But that is quite impossible now, for there is a quiet spot over the hill, and past the church, and beside the little brook where the crimsoned mosses grow thick and wet and cool, from which I cannot call her. It is all I have left of her now. But after all, it is not of her that you will chiefly care to hear. The object of my story is simply to acquaint you with a few facts, which, though interwoven with the events of her life, are quite independent of it as objects of interest. It is, I know, only my own heart that makes these pages a memorial,—but, you see, I cannot help it.

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The girl was sitting with her back to the window, her eyes, to all appearance, tightly closed.

"It's on the right-hand side, under the snow, between the well and the wood-pile. Why, don't you see?"

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