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... Peace 392 Under the Arch 334 The House of the Giraffe 763 Mackenzie , Jean Kenyon , Black Sheep I. The Mail from the Bush 433 Eastman , Rebecca Hooper , The Purple Star 39 II . The Mail from the New Clearing III . The Mail from the ...
... Peace 392 Under the Arch 334 The House of the Giraffe 763 Mackenzie , Jean Kenyon , Black Sheep I. The Mail from the Bush 433 Eastman , Rebecca Hooper , The Purple Star 39 II . The Mail from the New Clearing III . The Mail from the ...
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... peace . I know again that there is a sort of arrogance in expecting it ; but I am going to make a bold bid for it . I will agree , if you like , that it is cowardly to say that my work is done . I will even agree that we both know ...
... peace . I know again that there is a sort of arrogance in expecting it ; but I am going to make a bold bid for it . I will agree , if you like , that it is cowardly to say that my work is done . I will even agree that we both know ...
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... peace in some soreness of confusion between envy and pity , I know well how best to clear up the matter for myself at least and to recover a workable relation with the blessing in eclipse . I recover it in some degree with pity , as I ...
... peace in some soreness of confusion between envy and pity , I know well how best to clear up the matter for myself at least and to recover a workable relation with the blessing in eclipse . I recover it in some degree with pity , as I ...
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... peace not flourish , more- over , when wars either took only seven weeks or lasted but a summer and scarce more than a long - drawn autumn ? -the siege of Paris dragging out , to our pitying sense , at the time , but raised before all ...
... peace not flourish , more- over , when wars either took only seven weeks or lasted but a summer and scarce more than a long - drawn autumn ? -the siege of Paris dragging out , to our pitying sense , at the time , but raised before all ...
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... peace of the morning air an omin- ous presence seemed to surround me ; an invisible force that needed but a spark or the slightest impulse to awak- en it , annihilating and devastating in its sudden fury . Beyond the office , like the ...
... peace of the morning air an omin- ous presence seemed to surround me ; an invisible force that needed but a spark or the slightest impulse to awak- en it , annihilating and devastating in its sudden fury . Beyond the office , like the ...
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Page 233 - Not that, amassing flowers, Youth sighed 'Which rose make ours, Which lily leave and then as best recall?' Not that, admiring stars, It yearned ' Nor Jove nor Mars; Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!
Page 216 - I'll sit and see if that small sailing cloud Will hit or miss the moon." It hit the moon. Then there were three there, making a dim row, The moon, the little silver cloud, and she. Warren returned — too soon, it seemed to her, Slipped to her side, caught up her hand and waited. " Warren," she questioned. " Dead,
Page 216 - And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand Among the harp-like morning-glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, As if she played unheard some tenderness That wrought on him beside her in the night. "Warren," she said, "he has come home to die: You needn't be afraid he'll leave you this time.
Page 215 - Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his guard. "Silas is back." She pushed him outward with her through the door And shut it after her. "Be kind,