{ "Lay of the Last Minstrel" = long narrative poem (1805) by Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)}
'He took a nap, I suppose,' thought Miss Agnes. "He ought to be well pleased to have a fair lady read aloud to him," she replied, smiling.
"The better I know him, the more satisfied I am with my choice. I have: found a man upon whom I can depend for support and advice--and one who is at the same time a very pleasant companion. Do you know, he sometimes reminds me of our excellent father,"
This was really going too far, in Miss Agnes's opinion; she quite resented a comparison between Uncle Dozie and Mr. Wyllys. The widow, however, was too much occupied with her own affairs, to notice Miss Agnes's expression.
"I find, indeed, that the whole family are more agreeable than I had supposed; but you rather gave me a prejudice against them. The young ladies improve on acquaintance, they are pretty, amiable young women; I have seen them quite often since we have been near neighbours. Well, I must leave you, for Mr. Hubbard dines with me to-day. In the mean time, Agnes, I commit my affairs to your hands. Since I did not find your father at home, I shall write to him this evening."
The ladies parted; and as Mrs. Wyllys passed out of the room, she met Elinor.
"Good morning, Elinor," she said; "your aunt has news for you, which I would tell you myself if I had time:" then nodding, she left the house, and had soon driven off. "My dear Aunt, what is this news?" asked Elinor.
Miss Agnes looked a little annoyed, a little mortified, and a little amused.
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An instant he hesitated. Through the corridor ahead of
whites, and I have given directions that you should be
wanted in the spirit land. He is half dead, his arm shakes
on meeting President was, I am a man, and you are another.
bivouacked near us. They had no shelter during the rain.
the foe, who, renewing their yells, rushed down upon us
While Black Hawk was not equal to Pontiac, Brant or Tecumseh
Black Hawk led a band of his own warriors and fought under
Max realized that he must lower his head if he would follow.
my new mode of life, I at last gained upon the confidence
the sailors bought with a stick of tobacco, of the value
of death by torture. In silence we left the camp, not one