No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
Dall'interno del libro
Risultati 1-3 di 29
Pagina 20
... gently on the bed . She lay like a tired child , utterly inert . " I must go back over the road and help John with the cart , " he told her . She opened her eyes , startled ; the thought of the cart still open to the snow and the ...
... gently on the bed . She lay like a tired child , utterly inert . " I must go back over the road and help John with the cart , " he told her . She opened her eyes , startled ; the thought of the cart still open to the snow and the ...
Pagina 50
... gently over his forehead . He had not heard what she had said ; his eyes , with the torchlight flare of intelligence ... gently , almost reverently , his eyes moving slowly from her brown eyes to her small , gentle mouth . Nothing else ...
... gently over his forehead . He had not heard what she had said ; his eyes , with the torchlight flare of intelligence ... gently , almost reverently , his eyes moving slowly from her brown eyes to her small , gentle mouth . Nothing else ...
Pagina 94
... gently and stood up . " I think I'll change my clothes before I have my supper , " he said quietly , the light still shining in his eyes , and so he left her . " Unto thee , O my strength , will I sing . " Un- accountably the line of ...
... gently and stood up . " I think I'll change my clothes before I have my supper , " he said quietly , the light still shining in his eyes , and so he left her . " Unto thee , O my strength , will I sing . " Un- accountably the line of ...
Altre edizioni - Visualizza tutto
Parole e frasi comuni
Alex Allison sat Andrew Simon baby beautiful began Bella Ben Buie beneath blue boat Book of Job brain Buie candle canna cheeks child clouds cold Coolins corner creeping crofters crofts damp dark dear door doorway drew eager Edinburgh face fear feel feet felt fichu filled fingers fire Gaelic gazed gently glance gleaming glen Glenlee gloaming grey eyes hair Hamish hand head heard Highland hills Hougoumont hurried Jean knew light looked Lord lowland Scot Mama Manse McLellan mind minister mist moved never night once Papa parlour peats psalm Quatre Bras quietly Renfrewshire road rose round rowlocks seaweed seemed shadow shone shoulder side silence sleep slowly smiled snow soft sound spirit spoke stirred stone stood strange stretched suddenly tall black tears things thought tiny trembling turned uncon voice weary wind window