Scribner's Magazine ..., Том 50C. Scribner's sons, 1911 |
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... looked at him , looked away , looked at the tops of the houses , and did not find a word anywhere . His father had never spoken to him so ; never before , perhaps , had he said anything as intimate to any of his sons . They knew that ...
... looked at him , looked away , looked at the tops of the houses , and did not find a word anywhere . His father had never spoken to him so ; never before , perhaps , had he said anything as intimate to any of his sons . They knew that ...
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... looked threat- and absurdly grateful to me for giving up ening . I despatched the inadequate driver my winter to it . I planned as comfortably in search of a refuge , and set myself to im- as I could for her - even suggested that we ...
... looked threat- and absurdly grateful to me for giving up ening . I despatched the inadequate driver my winter to it . I planned as comfortably in search of a refuge , and set myself to im- as I could for her - even suggested that we ...
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... looked more cheerful by morning . Ferris stood before her , hat in hand . He made a very pleasant picture as he stood there his shoulders looked very broad and his hair a very nice shade of brown in the morning sunlight , and his eyes ...
... looked more cheerful by morning . Ferris stood before her , hat in hand . He made a very pleasant picture as he stood there his shoulders looked very broad and his hair a very nice shade of brown in the morning sunlight , and his eyes ...
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... looked less like vic- tims of rheumatism and " nervous exhaus- tion " than those two as they stood trans- fixed with pleasure looking at the beautiful Yorkshire country stretching away hun- dreds of feet below them , or walking - very ...
... looked less like vic- tims of rheumatism and " nervous exhaus- tion " than those two as they stood trans- fixed with pleasure looking at the beautiful Yorkshire country stretching away hun- dreds of feet below them , or walking - very ...
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... looked out over the Valley Gardens and down to the Royal Baths and the pump room . " I say , Mrs. Channing , this isn't quite such fun as San Remo , eh ? " " Oh , much better ! " averred the girl . She was smiling naturally now and her ...
... looked out over the Valley Gardens and down to the Royal Baths and the pump room . " I say , Mrs. Channing , this isn't quite such fun as San Remo , eh ? " " Oh , much better ! " averred the girl . She was smiling naturally now and her ...
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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.