A Modern ChronicleMacmillan, 1910 - 493 էջ This, Mr. Churchill's first great presentation of the Eternal Feminine, is throughout a profound study of a fascinating young American woman. It is frankly a modern love story. |
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... glanced at the broad back of his teller . Mr. Isham's voice was firm , his face certainly betrayed no feeling , but a flitting gleam of satisfaction might have been seen in his eye . " Of course , Tom , you may go , " he answered . Thus ...
... glanced at the broad back of his teller . Mr. Isham's voice was firm , his face certainly betrayed no feeling , but a flitting gleam of satisfaction might have been seen in his eye . " Of course , Tom , you may go , " he answered . Thus ...
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... glanced down at her , and something like a smile tugged at the cor- ners of a decidedly masculine mouth , and lit up his eyes . Suddenly , at Locust Street , under the lamp , she stopped and surveyed him . She saw a very real , very ...
... glanced down at her , and something like a smile tugged at the cor- ners of a decidedly masculine mouth , and lit up his eyes . Suddenly , at Locust Street , under the lamp , she stopped and surveyed him . She saw a very real , very ...
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... glanced significantly at the hall clock . 66 Why , it's long after bedtime , Honora . " " I don't want to go to bed . I feel like talking , " she declared . " Come , let's sit on the steps awhile . If you go home , I shan't go to sleep ...
... glanced significantly at the hall clock . 66 Why , it's long after bedtime , Honora . " " I don't want to go to bed . I feel like talking , " she declared . " Come , let's sit on the steps awhile . If you go home , I shan't go to sleep ...
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... glanced at Honora , who was deep in her book once more . And in Honora's brain , as she read , was ringing the refrain of the prisoner : - " Orléans , Beaugency ! Notre Dame de Cléry ! Vendôme ! Vendôme ! Quel chagrin , quel ennui De ...
... glanced at Honora , who was deep in her book once more . And in Honora's brain , as she read , was ringing the refrain of the prisoner : - " Orléans , Beaugency ! Notre Dame de Cléry ! Vendôme ! Vendôme ! Quel chagrin , quel ennui De ...
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... glanced around her and sighed , " comfort " seemed such a strangely inadequate word . She was reminded of the illustrations she had seen of English country houses . The bed alone would almost have filled her little room at home . On the ...
... glanced around her and sighed , " comfort " seemed such a strangely inadequate word . She was reminded of the illustrations she had seen of English country houses . The bed alone would almost have filled her little room at home . On the ...
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Էջ 155 - Wilt thou have this Man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?
Էջ 58 - I made, thirty years back. My only excuse for giving them is that they are so singularly prophetic. The reminding tune (an old French chime which my father used to sing) is very simple and touching; and the old French words run thus: "Orleans, Beaugency! Notre Dame de Cleryl Vendome! Vendome! Quel chagrin, quel ennui De compter toute la nuit Les heures — Les heures!