Lady Ennismore could have effected any thing with her son, but she smiled at my repinings, and did not comfort me.
— from The Manoeuvring Mother (vol. 3 of 3) by Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
The three brown balseros, naked but for palm-leaf hats and a strip of rag between their legs, each crossed himself elaborately, and took a deep draught at Anastasio’s quart bottle of cañazo.
— from Vagabonding down the Andes Being the Narrative of a Journey, Chiefly Afoot, from Panama to Buenos Aires by Harry Alverson Franck
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