1 Every trace of all that had been was blotted out.
2 The rough roadway still led downwards; we could trace it through the drifted snow.
3 Only ten days ago a wolf got out, and was, I believe, traced up in this direction.
4 The suit in which I had travelled was gone, and also my overcoat and rug; I could find no trace of them anywhere.
5 When this was done, and he knew that all was in train, he blotted out his traces, as he thought, by murdering his agent.
6 We now know of twenty-one boxes having been removed, and if it be that several were taken in any of these removals we may be able to trace them all.
7 Last night one of my post-dated letters went to post, the first of that fatal series which is to blot out the very traces of my existence from the earth.
8 Be careful with him always that there may be nothing to excite him of this kind for a long time to come; the traces of such an illness as his do not lightly die away.
9 True that there were there, as we had seen them in life, the traces of care and pain and waste; but these were all dear to us, for they marked her truth to what we knew.
10 For now that he think he is free from every trace of us all, and that he has escaped us with so many hours to him, then his selfish child-brain will whisper him to sleep.
11 No trace has ever been found of the great dog; at which there is much mourning, for, with public opinion in its present state, he would, I believe, be adopted by the town.