No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 99
... beneath the pulpit . He seemed to be fading away into a dream - like past , and all that was left was the gigantic figure which must not be disturbed at study or while writing sermons , and which must have hot food at any hour on demand ...
... beneath the pulpit . He seemed to be fading away into a dream - like past , and all that was left was the gigantic figure which must not be disturbed at study or while writing sermons , and which must have hot food at any hour on demand ...
Pagina 288
... beneath her eyes , and the eyes them- selves were tragic . She looked as though she might drop for very weariness . She held a little silver- clasped Bible close to her breast , clutching her shawl to her . She had not wanted to go to ...
... beneath her eyes , and the eyes them- selves were tragic . She looked as though she might drop for very weariness . She held a little silver- clasped Bible close to her breast , clutching her shawl to her . She had not wanted to go to ...
Pagina 295
... beneath the dark red canopy of the four - poster . The room was unbearably hot . Bella did not approve of fresh air either for the new - born baby or the newly delivered mother . The child was tiny , and he scarcely dared look at it ...
... beneath the dark red canopy of the four - poster . The room was unbearably hot . Bella did not approve of fresh air either for the new - born baby or the newly delivered mother . The child was tiny , and he scarcely dared look at it ...
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