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Pagina 149
A moment later he spoke and she knew she had been right , for usually after he had gazed at her in rapt silence he would set to work vigorously on his canvas , scratching out with his palette - knife or applying new colours .
A moment later he spoke and she knew she had been right , for usually after he had gazed at her in rapt silence he would set to work vigorously on his canvas , scratching out with his palette - knife or applying new colours .
Pagina 282
No one knew the exact moment of his death . Bella was sitting sewing in the corner of the nursery ; ; this was the second night of watching . Her head had nodded as she listened to the stertorous , heavy breathing of the young child .
No one knew the exact moment of his death . Bella was sitting sewing in the corner of the nursery ; ; this was the second night of watching . Her head had nodded as she listened to the stertorous , heavy breathing of the young child .
Pagina 298
His joy knew no bounds , he was arrogant , dogmatic , filling the house with his voice , but she knew that it was only for the moment ; he would need her calmness and sympathy again soon enough . She was glad that he was happy again .
His joy knew no bounds , he was arrogant , dogmatic , filling the house with his voice , but she knew that it was only for the moment ; he would need her calmness and sympathy again soon enough . She was glad that he was happy again .
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