The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 105, July 1866

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 105, July 1866
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Various. The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 105, July 1866

THE CASE OF GEORGE DEDLOW

ON TRANSLATING THE DIVINA COMMEDIA

THE GREAT DOCTOR

A STORY IN TWO PARTS

THE RETREAT FROM LENOIR'S AND THE SIEGE OF KNOXVILLE

RELEASED

FRIEDRICH RÜCKERT

PASSAGES FROM HAWTHORNE'S NOTE-BOOKS

VII

TO J. B

ON SENDING ME A SEVEN-POUND TROUT

PHYSICAL HISTORY OF THE VALLEY OF THE AMAZONS

I

A BUNDLE OF BONES

AN ENGLISHMAN IN NORMANDY

AUNT JUDY

THE CHIMNEY-CORNER FOR 1866

VII

GRIFFITH GAUNT; OR, JEALOUSY

CHAPTER XXVIII

CHAPTER XXIX

CHAPTER XXX

CHAPTER XXXI

INDIAN MEDICINE

THE DEATH OF SLAVERY

REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES

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"Hello! hello! which way now, Mrs. Walker? It'll rain afore you git there, if you've got fur to go. Hadn't you better stop an' come in till this thunder-shower passes over?"

"Well, no, I reckon not, Mr. Bowen. I'm in a good deal of a hurry. I've been sent for over to John's." And rubbing one finger up and down the horn of her saddle, for she was on horseback, Mrs. Walker added, "Johnny's sick, Mr. Bowen, an' purty bad, I'm afeard." Then she tucked up her skirts, and, gathering up the rein, that had dropped on the neck of her horse, she inquired in a more cheerful tone, "How's all the folks,—Miss Bowen, an' Jinney, an' all?"

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"And why not?" demanded Jenny; for could any woman, however innocent, or rustic, be without her little coquetries? And she added, in a tone that contradicted her words, "I am sure I should not have come if I had known you were coming!"

"I dare say not," replied Hobert, in a voice so sad and so tender withal, as to set the roses Jenny wore in her bosom trembling. "I dare say not, indeed. I would not presume to hope you would go a step out of your way to give me pleasure; only I was feeling so lonesome to-night, I thought may be—no, I didn't think anything; I certainly didn't hope anything. Well, no matter, I am ready to go." And he let go the hand he had been holding, and stood up.

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