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The brave old merchant had the soul of a marshal of France.
2
The old merchant shook his head, and said in his softest voice,-
3
An old merchant came near, tottering under the weight of his grief.
4
The old merchant was walking very slowly, with his eyes cast down.
5
Peter Force was a very good illustration of the old merchant's doctrine.
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When currency returns, by December, the situation should normalize, said the 40-year- old merchant.
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The old merchant used to tote about commodities; the new one creates values.
8
Also I am not great; I am but an old merchant without authority.
9
The old merchant was probably fully aware of the character of Mrs. Chevassat.
10
It was insanity, said the old merchant leaning his head upon his hands.
11
There was a deep silence to hear what the hard old merchant proposed.
12
When she saw the old merchant, she said in a faint, feeble voice,-
13
The old merchant was honestly moved, and his voice quivered as he spoke.
14
Why should not the old merchant be one of this class?
15
The old merchant's manner toward the doctor was cordial, but constrained.
16
The old merchant was standing in the bows waving the signal in the air.
