No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 51
... beside Allison . " Now are you satisfied , O Mother of the World ! " he laughed . He was up beside them in a second , and urging the old pony out through the yard gate , cheering it on as it picked its way gingerly along the crunching ...
... beside Allison . " Now are you satisfied , O Mother of the World ! " he laughed . He was up beside them in a second , and urging the old pony out through the yard gate , cheering it on as it picked its way gingerly along the crunching ...
Pagina 222
... beside him , her full skirt spread out round her , her small feet just peeping from beneath . She would have liked to take off her bonnet , but she did not think that she ought . A wild desire to paddle passed through her mind at one ...
... beside him , her full skirt spread out round her , her small feet just peeping from beneath . She would have liked to take off her bonnet , but she did not think that she ought . A wild desire to paddle passed through her mind at one ...
Pagina 289
... beside the pews . All the people were peasants except for the factor's wife , Mrs. Fraser , in the pew opposite the one in which Allison sat . The laird's pew was empty . There was seldom anyone in it . The laird himself had ...
... beside the pews . All the people were peasants except for the factor's wife , Mrs. Fraser , in the pew opposite the one in which Allison sat . The laird's pew was empty . There was seldom anyone in it . The laird himself had ...
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