No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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... mind the realization that the power of the storm was the strength of the Lord himself ; was He not the maker of storms ? Could He not command the elements ? " Peace be still . " But the storm was hostile , mocking at the puny mortals ...
... mind the realization that the power of the storm was the strength of the Lord himself ; was He not the maker of storms ? Could He not command the elements ? " Peace be still . " But the storm was hostile , mocking at the puny mortals ...
Pagina 128
... mind stirred to the thought that that had haunted her before the birth of her last baby , the thought of the clay on her own small hands . Involuntarily she stretched them forward a little . " Yes , " she said , very low , and she ...
... mind stirred to the thought that that had haunted her before the birth of her last baby , the thought of the clay on her own small hands . Involuntarily she stretched them forward a little . " Yes , " she said , very low , and she ...
Pagina 263
... mind into activity . It seemed to him as though Simon had taken a stick and stirred his mind round and round , so that new values appeared , and old ones sank to the bottom . Then he had gone to London . The vision of the first sail up ...
... mind into activity . It seemed to him as though Simon had taken a stick and stirred his mind round and round , so that new values appeared , and old ones sank to the bottom . Then he had gone to London . The vision of the first sail up ...
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