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It seemed as though the portrait of the woman had been left off suddenly ; there were careless brushmarks in the corners , as though the artist had wiped his brush there thoughtlessly . The minister's portrait was signed with initials ...
It seemed as though the portrait of the woman had been left off suddenly ; there were careless brushmarks in the corners , as though the artist had wiped his brush there thoughtlessly . The minister's portrait was signed with initials ...
Pagina 100
wished , reading the Bible to the sick woman slowly and quietly , for the English tongue was strange to many of the inhabitants of Glenlee . The woman had insisted on the Book of Job . She lay back with closed eyes , listening to the ...
wished , reading the Bible to the sick woman slowly and quietly , for the English tongue was strange to many of the inhabitants of Glenlee . The woman had insisted on the Book of Job . She lay back with closed eyes , listening to the ...
Pagina 192
“ Do not forget the sick woman at Brachantie , ” he called to her over his shoulder , but the wind tossed his words away so that she only caught the echo of “ sick woman . ” She smiled at him , waving her hand as the boat drew out from ...
“ Do not forget the sick woman at Brachantie , ” he called to her over his shoulder , but the wind tossed his words away so that she only caught the echo of “ sick woman . ” She smiled at him , waving her hand as the boat drew out from ...
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Allison answer appeared baby beautiful began Bella beneath beside blue boat brain child closed clouds cold continued corner dark dead dear door drew entered existence eyes face fear feel feet fell felt fingers fire followed forward gazed gently gleaming Glenlee gone grey hair hall Hamish hand happiness hard head hear heard heart heavy hills human hurried Jean kind knew land leave light lived London looked Lord Mama Manse mind minister mist moment mountains moved never night once passed perhaps Presently quietly road rose round seemed seen shadow shoulder side silence Simon sleep slowly smiled snow soft sometimes sound spirit spoke standing stone stood strange stretched suddenly tears things thought turned voice watched weary wind window woman