All We Like Sheep: And Other StoriesT. Allen, 1926 - 261 pagine |
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Pagina 7 - Keep back Thy servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me.
Pagina 232 - days, Grown desolate, whisper and sigh to each other. He hears the storm in the chimney above, And bends to the fire and shakes with the cold, While his heart still dreams of battle and love And the cry of the hounds on the hills of old.
Pagina 255 - on earth. I have charge of the people who come over unprepared, and who have terrible remorse over their wasted lives, and all sorts of bad habits to overcome. They are not so different from the poor souls I used to have in this very room.
Pagina 140 - was just yellow dog of white man, the kind we see some time at the hotel—fresh guy that talks too much. Johnny waited motionless for a reply to his words, staring into the muddy depths of the fat man's eyes. There was tense silence in the room. The air was electrical. Anything might happen.
Pagina 187 - it all. Did without things all her life. Stayed at home and fed pigs while Luke went out to buy more land and more pigs. Had a baby every year, and broke her heart when they died. To be sure Luke was a good man; he never beat her or starved her. There are
Pagina 200 - whence cometh help. There was no comfort in them for the little girl. They seemed to roll over her and crush her into a pitiful little handful of dust that the wind would drive away. Nothing mattered to them; they could not be sorry, no matter who died. What did they care for mothers
Pagina 188 - Mrs. Peters looked at her neighbor in astonishment. "Grandma Brown," she said, "I never heard you talk that way before. It is a good thing the children are too young to understand, and I hope you won't talk that way before Hilda, for she is a wise little thing for twelve years old.
Pagina 126 - had been educated at the Industrial School, and had learned the use of language. He was now Assistant Station Agent at the Beach. "She is one Jim-dandy girl, Maw," he began; "you know her. It is Minnie Hardcastle. You knew her mother, didn't you ?" Mrs. Starblanket nodded, but it was so dark Johnny
Pagina 200 - Secure in their dreadful permanence, they stood unmoved and uncaring. She went back to her text, and held to it with all the intensity of her devout little heart. There was more comfort in the headlands and the road allowance, with their tender green grass, all blueeyed and beautiful with the early
Pagina 124 - WHITE MRS. ROSIE STARBLANKET, taking the pipe from her mouth and narrowing her black eyes into two smudgy lines, listened to the footsteps of her son as he approached the parental dwelling. Mrs. Starblanket did not understand the language of flowers or of precious stones, and had not heard of the