And her head was on his breast where she smiled as one at rest-
Toll slowly.
"Ring," she cried, "O vesper-bell in the beechwood's old chapelle-
But the passing-bell rings best!"
Between the Lines.
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The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
The Motor Girls
The Moorland Cottage
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