 | Joseph Barlow Felt - 1852 - 358 pagine
...Yard's in Philadelphia, when he was about to leave Congress, cut up with his scissors whole bundles of letters, into atoms that could never be reunited, and throw them out at the window, to be scattered by the winds. This was in summer, when he had no fire. In winter he... | |
 | William Vincent Wells - 1865 - 534 pagine
...Philadelphia, when he was about to leave Congress, cut up with his scissors whole bundles of letters in atoms that could never be reunited, and throw them...the winds. This was in summer, when he had no fire. As we were on terms of perfect intimacy, I have joked him, perhaps rudely, upon his anxious caution.... | |
 | John Franklin Jameson, Henry Eldridge Bourne, Robert Livingston Schuyler - 1908 - 998 pagine
...Philadelphia, when he was about to leave Congress, cut up with his scissors whole bundles of letters in atoms that could never be reunited and throw them...be scattered by the winds. This was in summer when there was no fire." Malignant as Adams was, untiring in his denunciation of Hutchinson and unwearied... | |
 | John Franklin Jameson, Henry Eldridge Bourne, Robert Livingston Schuyler - 1908 - 1014 pagine
...Philadelphia, when he was about to leave Congress, cut up with his scissors whole bundles of letters in atoms that could never be reunited and throw them...be scattered by the winds. This was in summer when there was no fire." Malignant as Adams was, untiring in his denunciation of Hutchinson and unwearied... | |
 | Sydney George Fisher - 1908 - 632 pagine
...reunited, and threw them out of the window to be scattered by the winds. This was in summer, when he had no fire. As we were on terms of perfect intimacy, I have...perhaps rudely, upon his anxious caution. His answer wan, ' Whatever becomes of me, my friends shall never suffer by my negligence.' " — Wells, " Life... | |
 | Sydney George Fisher - 1908 - 644 pagine
...cut up with his scissors whole bundle* of letters in atoms that could never be reunited, and threw them out of the window to be scattered by the winds. This was in summer, when he had no fire. As we were on terms of perfect intimacy, I have joked him, perhaps rudely, upon his anxious caution.... | |
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In winter he threw whole handfuls into the fire. As we were on terms of perfect intimacy, . I have joked him, perhaps rudely, upon his anxious caution. His answer was, "Whatever becomes of me, my friends shall never suffer by my negligence. 