No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 78
... window in order to see more of this strange new - comer . She pulled the curtains aside , and even went as far as to open the window a little ( for Hamish had made all the Manse windows to open ) , but the hungry wind rushed into the ...
... window in order to see more of this strange new - comer . She pulled the curtains aside , and even went as far as to open the window a little ( for Hamish had made all the Manse windows to open ) , but the hungry wind rushed into the ...
Pagina 144
... window came the continuous cry of the lambs on the hill - side . Hamish rose suddenly to his feet , and with an intensity of emotion surging beneath an exterior which he vainly attempted to keep calm , he said , " Because it is the Word ...
... window came the continuous cry of the lambs on the hill - side . Hamish rose suddenly to his feet , and with an intensity of emotion surging beneath an exterior which he vainly attempted to keep calm , he said , " Because it is the Word ...
Pagina 276
... window . In the corner stood the unfinished portrait with its happy eyes . There was a sound at the door , it was ... window sewing . She always sat there , like some piece of statuary that belonged to the room as the mantelpiece or ...
... window . In the corner stood the unfinished portrait with its happy eyes . There was a sound at the door , it was ... window sewing . She always sat there , like some piece of statuary that belonged to the room as the mantelpiece or ...
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