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Page 138 - ... in the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning ! for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.
Page 108 - Cursed be he that maketh the blind to wander out of the way: and all the people shall say, Amen.
Page 10 - ... like the dog to his vomit, and the sow to her wallowing in the mire,' and bet and gamble boldly, because then that will be the fashion.
Page 188 - He told it quietly, without tears, but with pauses and intervals of silence here and there, much as she had heard other stories told long ago in Siberia. But for that same Siberia, she too, like Dr. Jenkins, would probably have failed to understand. But she had lived outside the pale of men's mercy, and her unsheltered eyes had seen the naked sores of the world.
Page 256 - Iola's letter, went to the window, and stood with her back to him, looking out upon the great sweeping valley below.
Page 180 - ... and the sound was hardly reassuring. Then his door opened, and Nora, in her white night-dress, with her pretty brown hair falling over her shoulders, had glided into the room. She carried a candle carefully shaded, which she set down on the washstand. Nora's eyes were swollen with crying, but as she sat down on the bed and put her arms round him something like comfort stole into the wild suffering heart, and Hugo broke into hoarse sobs. " You ought not to come near me, Nora,
Page 57 - Fortunately there was no one in the world who cared enough about him to...