No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 11
... shoulder , and hide her stinging , cringing hands beneath the folds of his great cape . Her face was in the shadow , but something in the dejected droop of her slight shoulders , weighed down by the vast plaid in which they were wrapped ...
... shoulder , and hide her stinging , cringing hands beneath the folds of his great cape . Her face was in the shadow , but something in the dejected droop of her slight shoulders , weighed down by the vast plaid in which they were wrapped ...
Pagina 31
... shoulder to assist her- self to rise . For a moment Hamish forgot the various purposes that had been surging through his active brain , his ideas for righting the fireplace , his intention of quietening the drunken brawl beneath -he ...
... shoulder to assist her- self to rise . For a moment Hamish forgot the various purposes that had been surging through his active brain , his ideas for righting the fireplace , his intention of quietening the drunken brawl beneath -he ...
Pagina 41
... shoulder through the torn shirt of the straining giant troubled his mind . " Would you have the children fed bodily rather than spiritually ? " Allison dropped her eyes , ashamed of what she had said , and yet — and yet perhaps there ...
... shoulder through the torn shirt of the straining giant troubled his mind . " Would you have the children fed bodily rather than spiritually ? " Allison dropped her eyes , ashamed of what she had said , and yet — and yet perhaps there ...
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