No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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... eyes moving slowly from her brown eyes to her small , gentle mouth . Nothing else existed for a moment , it was as if he had had a spell cast over him . Paddy moved restlessly forward , pawing the snow with impatient hoof . The spell ...
... eyes moving slowly from her brown eyes to her small , gentle mouth . Nothing else existed for a moment , it was as if he had had a spell cast over him . Paddy moved restlessly forward , pawing the snow with impatient hoof . The spell ...
Pagina 288
... 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 church ...
... 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 church ...
Pagina 295
... eyes facing the drunken mob in the barn . He wandered about the house like a lost soul . In the parlour her eyes smiled at him from the un- finished portrait ; in his study her embroidery lay on the chair opposite his own , where she ...
... eyes facing the drunken mob in the barn . He wandered about the house like a lost soul . In the parlour her eyes smiled at him from the un- finished portrait ; in his study her embroidery lay on the chair opposite his own , where she ...
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