No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 120
... sleep the night with them ? He said that he would not trouble her , he was used to sleeping out of doors . He threw back his head and laughed in a strange chuck- ling kind of way . son . " My husband is down by the sea , " said Alli ...
... sleep the night with them ? He said that he would not trouble her , he was used to sleeping out of doors . He threw back his head and laughed in a strange chuck- ling kind of way . son . " My husband is down by the sea , " said Alli ...
Pagina 178
... sleep - I came to see if there was any hot water to bathe it with . I apologize if I have dis- turbed you . " His voice was cold . Hamish was angry . Allison had awakened him from a sound sleep . She had been trem- bling with fright ...
... sleep - I came to see if there was any hot water to bathe it with . I apologize if I have dis- turbed you . " His voice was cold . Hamish was angry . Allison had awakened him from a sound sleep . She had been trem- bling with fright ...
Pagina 285
... sleep . A sudden terror assailed her . What if Alex should die , too ? She rose to her feet desperate , and broke ... sleeping child in his arms . As Allison followed him she glanced once more at the cot by the hearth ; she caught a ...
... sleep . A sudden terror assailed her . What if Alex should die , too ? She rose to her feet desperate , and broke ... sleeping child in his arms . As Allison followed him she glanced once more at the cot by the hearth ; she caught a ...
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