No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 10
... mind the realization that the power of the storm was the strength of the Lord Himself ; was He not the maker of storms ? Could He not command the elements ? " Peace be still . " But the storm was hostile , mocking at the puny mortals ...
... mind the realization that the power of the storm was the strength of the Lord Himself ; was He not the maker of storms ? Could He not command the elements ? " Peace be still . " But the storm was hostile , mocking at the puny mortals ...
Pagina 124
... mind stirred to the thought that had haunted her before the birth of her last baby , the thought of the clay on her own small hands ; involuntarily she stretched them forward a little . " Yes , " she said very low , and she looked up at ...
... mind stirred to the thought that had haunted her before the birth of her last baby , the thought of the clay on her own small hands ; involuntarily she stretched them forward a little . " Yes , " she said very low , and she looked up at ...
Pagina 187
... mind ; suddenly his eyes filled with tears , because of the helplessness and unutter- able pathos of the people attacked by poverty and disease . When he reached home he ques- tioned Simon closely on the subject of injecting lymph from ...
... mind ; suddenly his eyes filled with tears , because of the helplessness and unutter- able pathos of the people attacked by poverty and disease . When he reached home he ques- tioned Simon closely on the subject of injecting lymph from ...
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