No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 39
Janet Beith. standing in the passage outside the bolted door . He would show them who was master ; only give him a little ... standing above her , button- ing on his cape and smoothing his thick brown hair . 66 Wake up , my dear , " he ...
Janet Beith. standing in the passage outside the bolted door . He would show them who was master ; only give him a little ... standing above her , button- ing on his cape and smoothing his thick brown hair . 66 Wake up , my dear , " he ...
Pagina 68
... standing about all day , mending their nets or leaning against their door - posts dreaming . But Donald would not answer . As they came level with the crofts Hamish stretched out his work - scarred hand . " Good night and you have my ...
... standing about all day , mending their nets or leaning against their door - posts dreaming . But Donald would not answer . As they came level with the crofts Hamish stretched out his work - scarred hand . " Good night and you have my ...
Pagina 182
... standing there filled him with confidence . She would know what to do with his confounded foot . " I've brought you some cooling ointment for your foot , Mr. Simon , " she faltered , advancing and laying it on the table at his bedside ...
... standing there filled him with confidence . She would know what to do with his confounded foot . " I've brought you some cooling ointment for your foot , Mr. Simon , " she faltered , advancing and laying it on the table at his bedside ...
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