Scribner's Magazine ..., Том 50C. Scribner's sons, 1911 |
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... give her an opportunity to see something of troops in the field , and we could have a brief chat . But in the mean- time Captain Christy , who was officer of the day and was patrolling in front of the regiment with a few men , became ...
... give her an opportunity to see something of troops in the field , and we could have a brief chat . But in the mean- time Captain Christy , who was officer of the day and was patrolling in front of the regiment with a few men , became ...
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... give no plausible account of her . Then the whole rotten mass of evi- dence - fit only for a rag - picker to handle began to come in . The mutilated body disinterred ; the fragments of marked cloth- ing ; the unused railway ticket - but ...
... give no plausible account of her . Then the whole rotten mass of evi- dence - fit only for a rag - picker to handle began to come in . The mutilated body disinterred ; the fragments of marked cloth- ing ; the unused railway ticket - but ...
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... gives you the measure of our detach- woman overheard were enough to convict I had quite forgotten him in the any man ... give no plausible account of her . Then the whole rotten mass of evi- dence - fit only for a rag - picker to handle ...
... gives you the measure of our detach- woman overheard were enough to convict I had quite forgotten him in the any man ... give no plausible account of her . Then the whole rotten mass of evi- dence - fit only for a rag - picker to handle ...
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... give her an overdose . After a little less than a fortnight , I decided to start back to Santa Barbara . We were to avoid travelling the same country twice , and our route , mapped , would eventually be a kind of rough ellipse . We had ...
... give her an overdose . After a little less than a fortnight , I decided to start back to Santa Barbara . We were to avoid travelling the same country twice , and our route , mapped , would eventually be a kind of rough ellipse . We had ...
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... give her her own name ) , " is it possible --but I pray Heaven it is — that you don't know ? " in that time , was I interrupted . She seemed hardly to breathe . I told her to the very date and hour of his execution . I could give her no ...
... give her her own name ) , " is it possible --but I pray Heaven it is — that you don't know ? " in that time , was I interrupted . She seemed hardly to breathe . I told her to the very date and hour of his execution . I could give her no ...
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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,"...
Сторінка 80 - ... the New York Central, the Erie, the Pennsylvania, and the Baltimore and Ohio...
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.