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Page 12
... stood down by the water and skipped stones across the stream . He amused himself at this until the yellow bars of light faded out between the trees and the reflection of the steel bridge died in the darkness . Once or twice the sharp ...
... stood down by the water and skipped stones across the stream . He amused himself at this until the yellow bars of light faded out between the trees and the reflection of the steel bridge died in the darkness . Once or twice the sharp ...
Page 13
... stood near the spruce , would tremble toward her and say , ' Look at me , Spruce ! Am I not beautiful ? See my straight trunk ; see my shapely limbs ! See how all my branches reach to the same height and make a green umbrella in the sky ...
... stood near the spruce , would tremble toward her and say , ' Look at me , Spruce ! Am I not beautiful ? See my straight trunk ; see my shapely limbs ! See how all my branches reach to the same height and make a green umbrella in the sky ...
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... stood a little to one side , the car- dinal points of the compass had been blandly disre- garded . Everywhere were buildings , pointing in every direction , in all states of repair and disrepair , with gaping doors yawning in the ...
... stood a little to one side , the car- dinal points of the compass had been blandly disre- garded . Everywhere were buildings , pointing in every direction , in all states of repair and disrepair , with gaping doors yawning in the ...
Page 38
... stood a little to the north of the principal cluster of buildings ; it was a four - cornered box with a roof , and a chimney at each end of the roof . The door was in the centre of the eastern side , and in reaching the door from the ...
... stood a little to the north of the principal cluster of buildings ; it was a four - cornered box with a roof , and a chimney at each end of the roof . The door was in the centre of the eastern side , and in reaching the door from the ...
Page 39
... blame near boltin ' myself . Well , what d'ye want ? " to Cal , who still stood framed in the door- way . " A broom and a mop , if you please , " Cal answered . " For what ? " " To brush up the granary a bit . " THE SMOKING FLAX 39.
... blame near boltin ' myself . Well , what d'ye want ? " to Cal , who still stood framed in the door- way . " A broom and a mop , if you please , " Cal answered . " For what ? " " To brush up the granary a bit . " THE SMOKING FLAX 39.
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Page 218 - He shall not cry, nor lift up, Nor cause his voice to be heard in the street. A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench : He shall bring forth judgment unto truth.
Page 113 - The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; Where only merit...
Page 106 - Twilight a-stealing over the sea, Shadows are falling, dark on the lea. Borne on the night wind, voices of yore Come from the far-off shore. Far away, beyond the starry sky, Where the love-light never, never dies, Gleameth a mansion filled with delight, Sweet happy home so bright.
Page 44 - DD's [degrees], or whatever it is, after his name. What he wants is horsepower an' savvy,
Page 57 - ... very gently and cautiously stroked, pressed and pinched the tiny nose just in the hope of discovering for good and all whether it was not as other noses are. And on every occasion she became more and more convinced that there was no hope at all, that it was the same in substance and consistency as it had been the day before and the day before that and the day before that; that, in fact, it was of wax. The consequence was that even at the age of six this particular feature in Sam's rather long...
Page 7 - Grass, green and moist, with a purple carpeting of anemones. Water shining from many tiny lakes. Coveys of white clouds, like ruffled swans, afloat in an infinite sky.
Page 26 - He had made up his mind that under no circumstances would he go back to his old home.
Page 287 - Jackson had lain down and fallen asleep, but as his eyes became accustomed to the light he saw that...
Page 121 - They haven'ta glimpse of what it should be — of what it could be made — " "That's just it,