The Young Seigneur Or, Nation-Making

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urpose. "It is a pity the rest of the country does not know my people more closely," Haviland wrote in his invitation:-"I

"My election is coming." And he talked cheerfully and bu

g it with their native ponies and hay-carts and their stuff-coated, deliberate persons, is beginning to break apart as the steamer swings heavily away. The pedestrians are already stringing o

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h swept across the wide stretches of river-view that lay open in bird-like perspective from the crest o

a pair of baby girls who, holding each others' hands, were cr

orward. "How much, are you going to give me for this? Do you think we drive people for nothing, eh?" The children

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rms up around his neck and, kissing him, said, "I will

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