David's Heritage: A Novel

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Cosmopolitan Press, 1914 - Mothers and sons - 203 pages
 

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Page 8 - With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone ; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish 'twere done. Not till the hours of light return, All we have built do we discern.
Page 155 - he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me, is not worthy of me;" and, "he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.
Page 75 - ... lady's chamber. There I met an old man Who would not say his prayers; I took him by his left leg And threw him down the stairs. BAA, baa, black sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir; yes, sir, three bags full. One for my master, one for my dame, And one for the little boy that lives in the lane. BYE, baby bunting, Daddy's gone a-hunting To get a little rabbit-skin To wrap the baby bunting in.
Page 138 - He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone. No never alone. No never alone. He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone.
Page 195 - Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord ? He that hath clean hands and a pure heart.' ' Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.
Page 32 - They drove the rest of the way in silence. When they reached the compound Morgan asked, "Will you tell Edward where I'm going and why?
Page 106 - At last the day came upon which my body was buried, and I followed the coaches of the mourners; I, too, stood by the open grave, and heard the solemn words, "earth to earth, dust to dust," then all knelt to join in the prayer, "We give thee hearty thanks that it hath pleased thee to deliver this our brother out of the miseries of this sinful world.
Page 162 - I hurt your feelings, and I have come to tell you how sorry I am, and to ask you to forgive me.
Page 192 - ... in the announcer's voice. Christmas had moved a few minutes nearer. Timothy could not deny the excitement he felt and when he turned from the window, he felt, somehow, like a child again. He pulled his old suitcase from under the bed and began to pack. From the road he could not see the old house. It had been such a long time since he had thought of the house as home, or indeed, had thought of it at all, that he began to wonder if it had not always been a sort of mirage, a figment of his own...
Page 80 - At that moment there was a ring at the front door bell, and before Marie understood what was transpiring Millicent had rushed across the room, and was folded in a man's arms. "I didn't come yesterday," David explained, "because the little boy was not well and I did not like to leave him.

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