No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 124
... sleep the night with them ? He said that he would not trouble her , he was used to sleeping out of doors . He threw back his head and laughed in a strange , chuckling kind of way . 99 " My husband is down by the sea , " said Allison ...
... sleep the night with them ? He said that he would not trouble her , he was used to sleeping out of doors . He threw back his head and laughed in a strange , chuckling kind of way . 99 " My husband is down by the sea , " said Allison ...
Pagina 179
... sleep . I came to see if there was any hot water to bathe it with . I apologize if I have disturbed you . " His voice was cold . Hamish was angry . Allison had wakened him from a sound sleep . She had been trembling with fright . At ...
... sleep . I came to see if there was any hot water to bathe it with . I apologize if I have disturbed you . " His voice was cold . Hamish was angry . Allison had wakened him from a sound sleep . She had been trembling with fright . At ...
Pagina 285
... sleep . A sudden terror assailed her . What if Alex should die too ? She rose to her feet desperately , and broke ... sleeping child in his arms . As Allison followed him she glanced once more at the cot by the hearth ; she caught a ...
... sleep . A sudden terror assailed her . What if Alex should die too ? She rose to her feet desperately , and broke ... sleeping child in his arms . As Allison followed him she glanced once more at the cot by the hearth ; she caught a ...
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