Thomas Nelson Page

Thomas Nelson Page

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Portrait of Thomas Nelson Page Thomas Nelson Page Elsket and Other Stories

We were on a ledge nearly three thousand feet high. If it had not been for the strong, firm hold on my arm, I could not have stood it. As it was I dared not think. Suddenly we turned a sharp angle and found ourselves in a curious semicircular place, almost level and fifty or sixty feet deep in the concave, as if a great piece had been gouged out of the mountain by the glacier which must once have been there.
"This is a curious place," I ventured to say.
"It is," said my guide. "It is the Devil's Seat. Men have died here."
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Portrait of Thomas Nelson Page Thomas Nelson Page Elsket and Other Stories

I have no valet!"
"I mean your body servant, your butler"—explained Miss Jemima. "I have been much impressed by him."
"George!—George Washington?—you mean George Washington! No, madam, he has not a particle of intelligence.—He is grossly and densely stupid. I have never in fifty years been able to get an idea into his head."
"Oh, dear! and I thought him so clever! I was wondering how so intelligent a person, so well informed, could be a slave."
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Portrait of Thomas Nelson Page Thomas Nelson Page Elsket and Other Stories

I sat down in the snow and thought; for I could not think at once. Cnut had not wished to murder, or else he had flung the Englishman from the narrow ledge with one blow of his strong arm. He had waited until they had stood on the Devil's Seat, and then he had thrown off his pack and faced him, man to man. The Englishman was strong and active, taller and heavier than Cnut. He had Harald's name, but he had not Harald's heart nor blood, and Cnut had carried him in his arms over the cliff, with his false heart like water in his body.
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