No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 66
... tears ; she bent lower over her knitting - he alone - well , of course , if he had not rescued the furniture there could have been no study , but the memory of the bitter coldness of her fingers as she drew book after book from the ...
... tears ; she bent lower over her knitting - he alone - well , of course , if he had not rescued the furniture there could have been no study , but the memory of the bitter coldness of her fingers as she drew book after book from the ...
Pagina 157
... tears which had risen to her eyes . " I am sorry , " he said simply . " I should not have said what I have said - forgive me - I forgot myself ; I don't know why - perhaps because I was afraid of my loneliness . " She smiled at him and ...
... tears which had risen to her eyes . " I am sorry , " he said simply . " I should not have said what I have said - forgive me - I forgot myself ; I don't know why - perhaps because I was afraid of my loneliness . " She smiled at him and ...
Pagina 270
... tears to his eyes ; he entered the parlor quietly . The candles cast a soft glow over Allison as she sat at the piano ; her soft dark head was bowed ; but as he entered she raised her face , and he saw that tears shone on her lashes ...
... tears to his eyes ; he entered the parlor quietly . The candles cast a soft glow over Allison as she sat at the piano ; her soft dark head was bowed ; but as he entered she raised her face , and he saw that tears shone on her lashes ...
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