No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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... happiness seemed to radi- ate from the large and beautiful eyes . Why was it that the light of happiness shone so clearly from the face in the unfinished portrait ? Was life in an out - of - the - way Highland parish so joyous ? What ...
... happiness seemed to radi- ate from the large and beautiful eyes . Why was it that the light of happiness shone so clearly from the face in the unfinished portrait ? Was life in an out - of - the - way Highland parish so joyous ? What ...
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... happiness ? But then their happiness was the unhappiness of others . There seemed no answer to anything ; he felt himself being crushed out of existence by vast forces . He wanted Allison so much that he could not keep still . He moved ...
... happiness ? But then their happiness was the unhappiness of others . There seemed no answer to anything ; he felt himself being crushed out of existence by vast forces . He wanted Allison so much that he could not keep still . He moved ...
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... happiness ; she had hurt him , spoilt the beauty of the world for him — perhaps he would forget - and for what had she exchanged her happiness ? For nothing , for nothing ; for another 241 Q NO SECOND SPRING.
... happiness ; she had hurt him , spoilt the beauty of the world for him — perhaps he would forget - and for what had she exchanged her happiness ? For nothing , for nothing ; for another 241 Q NO SECOND SPRING.
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