No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 9
... cold and hunger ; she screwed up her eyes in horror and clenched her fists ; the snow - flakes seemed to be dashing before her eyes again and settling quietly , furtively , in the soft red curls of her children . She must not think any ...
... cold and hunger ; she screwed up her eyes in horror and clenched her fists ; the snow - flakes seemed to be dashing before her eyes again and settling quietly , furtively , in the soft red curls of her children . She must not think any ...
Pagina 177
... cold water . Presently he could bear it no longer . He staggered down the stairs again as quietly as he was able - perhaps there might be boiling water in the kitchen . The fire was still alight as he supported himself into the cold ...
... cold water . Presently he could bear it no longer . He staggered down the stairs again as quietly as he was able - perhaps there might be boiling water in the kitchen . The fire was still alight as he supported himself into the cold ...
Pagina 262
... cold evening , and the darkness was falling very fast ; a chilly unhappy wind moaned round the corners of the crofts with their rain- sodden thatch . The schoolhouse stood a little apart . McLellan was standing in the doorway as Hamish ...
... cold evening , and the darkness was falling very fast ; a chilly unhappy wind moaned round the corners of the crofts with their rain- sodden thatch . The schoolhouse stood a little apart . McLellan was standing in the doorway as Hamish ...
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