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Pagina 15
... Silver upstairs to the small room above the porch , which , in days gone by , had been his father's . the child had his bed , and here Jinny slept and watched over him at nights ; here , also , he was laid for his midday slumber ...
... Silver upstairs to the small room above the porch , which , in days gone by , had been his father's . the child had his bed , and here Jinny slept and watched over him at nights ; here , also , he was laid for his midday slumber ...
Pagina 16
... Silver was not following . Silver was coming down the space to the front ; she was sure of that , for she knew his step . Why had he not fol- lowed to help John unload the peats ? And then she saw him . He turned the corner and came ...
... Silver was not following . Silver was coming down the space to the front ; she was sure of that , for she knew his step . Why had he not fol- lowed to help John unload the peats ? And then she saw him . He turned the corner and came ...
Pagina 17
... Silver came into the kitchen for the evening meal , Nanna was there , wearing an old - fashioned gown which had been hers when a girl . The cir- cumstance awakened pangs of recol- lection and association . She had en- deavored to ...
... Silver came into the kitchen for the evening meal , Nanna was there , wearing an old - fashioned gown which had been hers when a girl . The cir- cumstance awakened pangs of recol- lection and association . She had en- deavored to ...
Pagina 18
... Silver entered , still weak with the shock and willing to be idle ; so quiet was her demeanor that the awkward- ness and excitement in his mind died at sight of her ; he found it easy to step forward and be kind . " I'm glad to see thee ...
... Silver entered , still weak with the shock and willing to be idle ; so quiet was her demeanor that the awkward- ness and excitement in his mind died at sight of her ; he found it easy to step forward and be kind . " I'm glad to see thee ...
Pagina 19
... Silver . He began to understand how little a man knows of the man's heart within . He had moments of scare and chill - moments when he saw his wife and children weeping apart from him . Whither was he going ? And who taking him ...
... Silver . He began to understand how little a man knows of the man's heart within . He had moments of scare and chill - moments when he saw his wife and children weeping apart from him . Whither was he going ? And who taking him ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 115 - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
Pagina 56 - And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Pagina 361 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Pagina 362 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Pagina 21 - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanour no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes: besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing, that approves his art.
Pagina 712 - Advocate MacKenyie, who, for his worldly wit and wisdom had been to the rest as a god. And there was Claverhouse, as beautiful as when he lived, with his long, dark, curled locks streaming down over his laced buffcoat, and his left hand always on his right spuleblade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made.
Pagina 371 - I hear of poets' fury* tell, But (God wot) wot not what they mean by it: And this I swear by blackest brook of hell, I am no pick-purse of another's wit. How falls it then, that with so smooth an ease My thoughts I speak, and what I speak doth flow In verse, and that my verse best wits doth please? Guess we the cause: "What, is it thus?
Pagina 712 - And mony, mony mair were coming and ganging, a' as busy in their vocation as if they had been alive. Sir Robert Redgauntlet, in the midst of a' this fearful riot, cried, wi' a voice like thunder, on Steenie Piper to come to the board-head where he was sitting, his legs stretched out before him, and swathed up with flannel, with his holster pistols aside him, while the great broadsword rested against...
Pagina 712 - There was the fierce Middleton, and the dissolute Rothes, and the crafty Lauderdale; and Dalyell, with his bald head and a beard to his girdle; and Earlshall, with Cameron's blude on his hand; and wild Bonshaw, that tied blessed Mr. Cargill's limbs till the blude sprung; and Dumbarton Douglas, the twiceturned traitor baith to country and king.
Pagina 706 - I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born — God forbid, and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their father ! — And now, ride e'en your ways ; for these are the last words ye'll ever hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise that I'll ever cut in the bonny woods of Ellangowan.