No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 79
... knew , the Hamish who would read Cowper and Milton and even Herrick to her , and who would hold her hand in his , ador- ing her , was there behind his familiar outward semblance . Yet she felt as though she would be trespassing if she ...
... knew , the Hamish who would read Cowper and Milton and even Herrick to her , and who would hold her hand in his , ador- ing her , was there behind his familiar outward semblance . Yet she felt as though she would be trespassing if she ...
Pagina 238
... knew that they were untrue ; her life would never be the same , she had sought to escape from him , but forces had been too strong for her . " If only I could see her , " he muttered , draw- ing the back of his hand across his brow in ...
... knew that they were untrue ; her life would never be the same , she had sought to escape from him , but forces had been too strong for her . " If only I could see her , " he muttered , draw- ing the back of his hand across his brow in ...
Pagina 299
Janet Beith. to leave Glenlee the following November . His joy knew no bounds ; he was arrogant , dog- matic , filling the house with his voice , but she knew that it was only for the moment - he would need her calmness and sympathy ...
Janet Beith. to leave Glenlee the following November . His joy knew no bounds ; he was arrogant , dog- matic , filling the house with his voice , but she knew that it was only for the moment - he would need her calmness and sympathy ...
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