No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 89
... dear - my dear , " she murmured , gently stroking his hair . She knew now that in spite of everything he needed her loyalty , if not her love . He did not speak for a little while , and when he raised his head his eyes were soft with ...
... dear - my dear , " she murmured , gently stroking his hair . She knew now that in spite of everything he needed her loyalty , if not her love . He did not speak for a little while , and when he raised his head his eyes were soft with ...
Pagina 99
... dear , " Hamish said quietly , " you mustn't give way to these nervous fears ; you know that the mountains are God's work , but they have no soul . True , they remain , whereas we pass , " he continued after a moment's thought , " but ...
... dear , " Hamish said quietly , " you mustn't give way to these nervous fears ; you know that the mountains are God's work , but they have no soul . True , they remain , whereas we pass , " he continued after a moment's thought , " but ...
Pagina 286
... dear , whom shall we send away ? " said Hamish , startled . " Why , Alex , of course , " she said hurriedly , the words tumbling over one another . " We must send him away to my sister Jane's - any- where , so long as he goes from here ...
... dear , whom shall we send away ? " said Hamish , startled . " Why , Alex , of course , " she said hurriedly , the words tumbling over one another . " We must send him away to my sister Jane's - any- where , so long as he goes from here ...
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