No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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... smile , so that she smiled back at him , hoping that he would not notice how out of breath she was . She carried a basket on her arm , in which there had been some bread which she had distributed among the crofters . Suddenly he stopped ...
... smile , so that she smiled back at him , hoping that he would not notice how out of breath she was . She carried a basket on her arm , in which there had been some bread which she had distributed among the crofters . Suddenly he stopped ...
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... smile . When Allison picked him up and carried him outside , he would stretch out his hands for everything , making queer little sounds to express ... smiled at them , regarding them seriously as the gifts of God . He 209 NO SECOND SPRING.
... smile . When Allison picked him up and carried him outside , he would stretch out his hands for everything , making queer little sounds to express ... smiled at them , regarding them seriously as the gifts of God . He 209 NO SECOND SPRING.
Pagina 295
... smiled at him from the un- finished portrait ; in his study her embroidery lay on the chair opposite his own , where she had forgotten it . The piano was open and the hymn - book lay on the top . He supposed she had left it ready for ...
... smiled at him from the un- finished portrait ; in his study her embroidery lay on the chair opposite his own , where she had forgotten it . The piano was open and the hymn - book lay on the top . He supposed she had left it ready for ...
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