No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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... minister , painted presumably by the same artist , was perfectly finished . It seemed as though the portrait of the woman had been left off suddenly ; there were careless brush marks in the corners , as though the artist had wiped his ...
... minister , painted presumably by the same artist , was perfectly finished . It seemed as though the portrait of the woman had been left off suddenly ; there were careless brush marks in the corners , as though the artist had wiped his ...
Pagina 15
... minister , swearing at him in Gaelic , and wrenched the door shut again . Hamish , standing inside , dazed by the light of two lamps which swung from the beams , leaned against the walls for a moment speech- less . Then he demanded ...
... minister , swearing at him in Gaelic , and wrenched the door shut again . Hamish , standing inside , dazed by the light of two lamps which swung from the beams , leaned against the walls for a moment speech- less . Then he demanded ...
Pagina 149
... minister's wife , " she said , uncertainly . " I'd like my grandchil- dren to see me in my black silk as a minister's wife . " " Your grandchildren ! " he exclaimed , with a shout of laughter . " Why , how monstrously en- tertaining ...
... minister's wife , " she said , uncertainly . " I'd like my grandchil- dren to see me in my black silk as a minister's wife . " " Your grandchildren ! " he exclaimed , with a shout of laughter . " Why , how monstrously en- tertaining ...
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