No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 95
... beneath the pulpit . He seemed to be fading away into a dream - like past , and all that was left was the gigantic figure which must not be disturbed at study or while writing sermons , and which must have hot food at any hour on demand ...
... beneath the pulpit . He seemed to be fading away into a dream - like past , and all that was left was the gigantic figure which must not be disturbed at study or while writing sermons , and which must have hot food at any hour on demand ...
Pagina 288
... beneath her eyes , and the eyes themselves were tragic : she looked as though she might drop for very weariness . She held a little silver - clasped Bible close to her breast , clutching her shawl to her . She had not wanted to go to ...
... beneath her eyes , and the eyes themselves were tragic : she looked as though she might drop for very weariness . She held a little silver - clasped Bible close to her breast , clutching her shawl to her . She had not wanted to go to ...
Pagina 289
Janet Beith. already seated as she hurried towards the little pew beneath the pulpit , her eyes cast on the ground before her . Presently the men , who had been gossiping in the churchyard , came in , their heavy boots crunching on the ...
Janet Beith. already seated as she hurried towards the little pew beneath the pulpit , her eyes cast on the ground before her . Presently the men , who had been gossiping in the churchyard , came in , their heavy boots crunching on the ...
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