A Woman Named Smith

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Century Company, 1919 - 373 pages
Sophronisba Smith inherits an historic house in South Carolina from an eccentric aunt-by-marriage and a mystery concerning of its long dead inhabitants.
 

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Page 375 - But in all Israel there was none to be so much praised as Absalom for his beauty : from the sole of his foot even to the crown of his head there was no blemish in him.
Page 152 - TWAS at the silent solemn hour, When night and morning meet ; In glided Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet. Her face was like an April morn, Clad in a wintry cloud : And clay-cold was her lily hand, That held her sable shrowd. So shall the fairest face appear, When youth and years are flown : Such is the robe that kings must wear, When death has reft their crown.
Page 50 - Let him turn to his own house, and let him not see my face." So Absalom returned to his own house, and saw not the king's face. But in all Israel there was none to be so much praised as Absalom for his beauty: from the sole of his foot even to the crown of his head there was no blemish in him. And when he polled * his head (for it was at every year's end that ho polled it: because the hair was heavy on him, therefore he polled it), he weighed the hair of his head at two hundred shekels after the...
Page 153 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
Page 20 - If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year, Do you suppose,' the Walrus said, 'That they could get it clear?
Page 71 - Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Page 13 - Yet others of our most romantic schemes Are something more than fictions. It might be only on enchanted ground ; It might be merely by a thought's expansion ; But in the spirit, or the flesh, I found An old deserted mansion. A residence for woman, child, and man, A dwelling-place — and yet no habitation ; A house — but under some prodigious ban Of excommunication.
Page 14 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted...
Page 253 - Alas, for the South! Her books have grown fewer— She never was much given to literature.
Page 253 - From early youth to the frost of age Man's days hav been a mixture Of all that constitutes in life A dark and gloomy picture.

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