Scribner's Magazine ..., Том 50C. Scribner's sons, 1911 |
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... thought he was a road- pedler . And he's going to sea again - he told Alec as much . I tell you I have got to get hold of him ! Don't sit there and stare at me , man ! tell me where I can find my son ! " " What made you suppose he was ...
... thought he was a road- pedler . And he's going to sea again - he told Alec as much . I tell you I have got to get hold of him ! Don't sit there and stare at me , man ! tell me where I can find my son ! " " What made you suppose he was ...
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... thought to himself hotly that it was good she was dead rather than see him shamed . For the wound was throbbing with fever , and the boy had not got to a sense of pro- portion ; his future seemed blackened . His father's picture stabbed ...
... thought to himself hotly that it was good she was dead rather than see him shamed . For the wound was throbbing with fever , and the boy had not got to a sense of pro- portion ; his future seemed blackened . His father's picture stabbed ...
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... thought about it . No , he could not have gone to her house - party - how could he ? He had thought , poor lunatic , that there was an unspoken word between them ; that she was different to him from what she was to the others . Then she ...
... thought about it . No , he could not have gone to her house - party - how could he ? He had thought , poor lunatic , that there was an unspoken word between them ; that she was different to him from what she was to the others . Then she ...
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... thoughts leaped in time with his steps as they marched away . And once or twice a terror seized him - for he was weak yet from his illness - that he was going to make " a fool of himself . " He remem- bered how the girl had cried ; he ...
... thoughts leaped in time with his steps as they marched away . And once or twice a terror seized him - for he was weak yet from his illness - that he was going to make " a fool of himself . " He remem- bered how the girl had cried ; he ...
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... thought best to have men on outpost in the woods on our front , as in case of a sud- den attack they would mask the fire of the regiment , or possibly be sacrificed before they could retire to its line . So far as firing was concerned ...
... thought best to have men on outpost in the woods on our front , as in case of a sud- den attack they would mask the fire of the regiment , or possibly be sacrificed before they could retire to its line . So far as firing was concerned ...
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Сторінка 274 - And he that regarded not the word of the Lord left his servants and his cattle in the field. 22 And the Lord said unto Moses, Stretch forth thine hand toward heaven, that there may be hail in all the land of Egypt, upon man, and upon beast, and upon every herb of the field, throughout the land of Egypt.
Сторінка 582 - ... He was a foe without hate; a friend without treachery; a soldier without cruelty; a victor without oppression; and a victim without murmuring. He was a public officer without vices; a private citizen without wrong; a neighbor without reproach; a Christian without hypocrisy; and a man without guile. He was Caesar without his ambition; Frederick without his tyranny; Napoleon without his selfishness; and Washington without his reward.
Сторінка 498 - I'll walk where my own nature would be leading : It vexes me to choose another guide : Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding ; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.
Сторінка 145 - ... checking each step like the jerk of a chain. There was something bleak and unapproachable in his face, and he was so stiffened and grizzled that I took him for an old man and was surprised to hear that he was not more than fifty-two. I had this from Harmon Gow, who had driven the stage from Bettsbridge to Starkfield in pre-trolley days and knew the chronicle of all the families on his line. "He's looked that way ever since he had his smash-up; and that's twenty-four years ago come next February,"...
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Сторінка 315 - She stood just as Zeena had stood, a lifted lamp in her hand, against the black background of the kitchen. She held the light at the same level, and it drew out with the same distinctness her slim young throat and the brown wrist no bigger than a child's.
Сторінка 293 - To the victors belong the spoils." After we have won the race, as we will, •we will give those who are entitled to positions office. What are we up here for? I mean that members of the Republican party are entitled to office, and if we are victorious we will have office.
Сторінка 146 - During the early part of my stay I had been struck by the contrast between the vitality of the climate and the deadness of the community. Day by day, after the December snows were over, a blazing blue sky poured down torrents of light and air on the white landscape, which gave them back in an intenser glitter. One would have supposed that such an atmosphere must quicken the emotions as well as the blood; but it seemed to produce no change except that of retarding still more the sluggish pulse of...
Сторінка 145 - I HAD THE STORY, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. If you know Starkfield, Massachusetts, you know the post-office. If you know the post-office you must have seen Ethan Frome drive up to it, drop the reins on his hollow-backed bay and drag himself across the brick pavement to the white colonnade: and you must have asked who he was.
Сторінка 295 - I challenge the correctness of the announcement. The announcement contains votes for me. No man has a right, without the consent of the person voted for, to announce that person's name, and vote for him, in this convention. Such consent I have not given." The President: "The gentleman from Ohio is not stating a question of order.