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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... walked to the window , and stood looking out into the street . His voice shook as he answered : " Ten days ago I learned that my brother was dead , Mr. Isham . ' 99 The president glanced at the broad back of his teller . Mr. Isham's ...
... walked to the window , and stood looking out into the street . His voice shook as he answered : " Ten days ago I learned that my brother was dead , Mr. Isham . ' 99 The president glanced at the broad back of his teller . Mr. Isham's ...
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... walked down Locust Street and came in sight of the wall . Above it , and under the big trees , shone a thou- sand glittering lights : there was a crowd at the gate , and instead of saying , " Open , Sesâmê , " Peter slipped two bright ...
... walked down Locust Street and came in sight of the wall . Above it , and under the big trees , shone a thou- sand glittering lights : there was a crowd at the gate , and instead of saying , " Open , Sesâmê , " Peter slipped two bright ...
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... walked out of the garden as one in a trance . Once in a while , as he found a way for them through the crowd , Peter glanced down at her , and something like a smile tugged at the cor- ners of a decidedly masculine mouth , and lit up ...
... walked out of the garden as one in a trance . Once in a while , as he found a way for them through the crowd , Peter glanced down at her , and something like a smile tugged at the cor- ners of a decidedly masculine mouth , and lit up ...
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... walked past the closed grille of the Dwyer mansion into the park . Children rolled on the grass , while mothers and fathers , tired out from the heat and labour of a city day , sat on the benches . Peter stooped down and lifted a small ...
... walked past the closed grille of the Dwyer mansion into the park . Children rolled on the grass , while mothers and fathers , tired out from the heat and labour of a city day , sat on the benches . Peter stooped down and lifted a small ...
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... from the water , and it blackened . As they walked on side by side in the twilight , a con- sciousness of repressed masculine force , of reserve power , which she had never before felt about Peter Erwin , IN WHICH PROVIDENCE KEEPS FAITH 57.
... from the water , and it blackened . As they walked on side by side in the twilight , a con- sciousness of repressed masculine force , of reserve power , which she had never before felt about Peter Erwin , IN WHICH PROVIDENCE KEEPS FAITH 57.
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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!