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1 I, I | furs which pass through the hands of the Hudson’s Bay Company,
2 I, I | made by Mrs Joliffe’s own hands; it was an immense truncated
3 I, I | after slice with liberal hands, yet there remained enough
4 I, II | applauded and clapped their hands. Ten minutes afterwards,
5 I, V | household, were to be in the hands of Mrs Joliffe. The crest-fallen
6 I, VI | therefore again entrusted to the hands of the imprudent Corporal~
7 I, VI | remark; “and whether at our hands or from the teeth of wolves,
8 I, IX | those within it were in the hands of God.~But neither yielded
9 I, IX | who, with teeth set and hands clutching the tiller; tried
10 I, IX | themselves drawn up by powerful hands; but in the darkness they
11 I, XII | sextants ready in their hands. The brave fellows awaited
12 I, XIII | sailors, they could turn their hands to anything, and were now
13 I, XIV | excellent pies by the skilful hands of Mrs Joliffe.~While making
14 I, XVI | silver foxes fell into their hands. The fur of the latter-of
15 I, XVI | spoil fall into the enemy’s hands.~The Canadian took it, but
16 I, XVII | and valuable fur in the hands of the hunters. Hobson would
17 I, XVIII| instruments “burnt” his hands!”Burnt “ is the only word
18 I, XIX | guns and hatchets in their hands, they issued from the postern,
19 I, XIX | heart to heart,~Thy little hands close clasped in mine,~No
20 I, XXI | remained motionless in their hands! Their anxiety can be imagined.
21 II, III | may have fallen into the hands of the shipwrecked wanderers.”~“
22 II, IV | Long clutching with both hands at his knife, which he had
23 II, VII | who wished to press their hands once more.~“Till to-morrow,”
24 II, VII | feet. Holding each other’s hands lest they should lose each
25 II, VII | districts formerly in the hands of the Russians; and Hobson,
26 II, VIII | and had crept along on hands and knees; here and there
27 II, IX | heaved with a faint sigh, her hands moved feebly, and presently
28 II, IX | stiffened arms and bleeding hands fell powerless, and, losing
29 II, IX | managed to creep along on hands and knees for a few minutes
30 II, XVIII| he buried his face in his hands and muttered—~“Poor things,
31 II, XX | Those eight days are in the hands of God,” replied Lieutenant
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