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Silas Foster, by the time we concluded our meal, had stript off his

coat, and planted himself on a low chair by the kitchen fire, with a

lapstone, a hammer, a piece of sole leather, and some waxed-ends, in

order to cobble an old pair of cowhide boots; he being, in his own

phrase, "soree of skill thatbusiness We heard the tap of his ha

The re-roo-work, and soon fell fast asleep, still keeping her needles in

brisk move

a stocking out of the texture of a drea it seemed to be One of the two hand a ruffle, for her Sunday's wear,

out of a little bit of eiven her

It was curious to observe how trustingly, and yet how timidly, our poor

Priscilla betook herself into the shadow of Zenobia's protection She

sat beside her on a stool, looking up every now and then with an

expression of huht at her new friend's beauty A brilliant

woht alirl, who perhaps beholds