No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 38
... perhaps there would be no spirit to prepare for an after life if the poor little bodies were starved with cold and hunger . Perhaps it did not matter - the sooner they left this life of tribulation , the bet- ter - at least so she had ...
... perhaps there would be no spirit to prepare for an after life if the poor little bodies were starved with cold and hunger . Perhaps it did not matter - the sooner they left this life of tribulation , the bet- ter - at least so she had ...
Pagina 203
... Perhaps it was the sound of the sea ; perhaps it was the wet salt smell of seaweed which haunts the west coast of Scotland - he could not tell , but his heart seemed to bleed , although it throbbed with joy . To - morrow he would visit ...
... Perhaps it was the sound of the sea ; perhaps it was the wet salt smell of seaweed which haunts the west coast of Scotland - he could not tell , but his heart seemed to bleed , although it throbbed with joy . To - morrow he would visit ...
Pagina 204
... perhaps even the Iron Duke himself ; then he would sail home ; he would land a hero , a man great and wise who has traveled ; he could almost hear the people's voices acclaiming him . Then the vision of the Glenlee sound and the hills ...
... perhaps even the Iron Duke himself ; then he would sail home ; he would land a hero , a man great and wise who has traveled ; he could almost hear the people's voices acclaiming him . Then the vision of the Glenlee sound and the hills ...
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