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Hurst & Blackett, 1916 - 312 pages
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My mother spoke about this book when she was alive. She would have been 102 this year she said it was the best book she had read as a young woman. I would love to get a copy to read.

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My mother, who is now in her 92nd year has talked about this book for as long as I can remember and I have searched second hand bookshelves all over the UK to try and find a copy to replace hers which has been in a very sad state for years. I would just like to thank whoever is responsible for this scanned copy. You have really answered a prayer. 

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Page 46 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward. Never doubted clouds would break. Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph. Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better. Sleep to wake.
Page 66 - THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL There was a little girl, And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good She was very, very good, And when she was bad she was horrid.
Page 166 - But Jeanne, waving the old woman off, passed quickly into the dining-room, and closedjthe door behind her. A tall young 'man was standing, with his hands in his pockets, looking out of the window, and whistling softly. He whisked round at the noise of Jeanne's entrance, and showed a handsome, oval, beardless face, which broke into smiles as he embraced his sister. " You good old Jeanne !
Page 229 - ... below? Is it evil, or is it good?' 'Oh, come down, come down and help me!' cried the woman. 'It's your wife is here, and my leg is broken, and I'll die if you don't help me.' 'And is this my pot of gold?' exclaimed the poor man. 'Only my wife with a broken leg lying at the bottom of the quarry.' And he was at his wits' end to know what to do, for the night was so dark he could not see a hand before him. So he roused up a neighbour, and between them they dragged up the poor woman and carried her...
Page 16 - to speak comfortably " to them, to chastise with a fatherly chastisement, to amend, to purify, to strengthen, to train for a greater future. So it was with these Lindisfarne monks. We may smile at their credulity. We may contemn their ignorance. We may scout their old-world superstitions. But for those who have eyes to see and ears to hear there is a sublimity of heroism in the faith, the constancy, the unfailing courage of these outcast wanderers, carrying about the body of their spiritual ancestor,...
Page 151 - I know that gentleman," she said, quickly, with a momentary flush of color, and shortening of breath ; " at least I knew him once ; and the address you mention is my brother's address. If you will tell me what you want to know, I will ask for you. My brother and he used not to be friends, but I suppose . What did you want to know ? " " Only," said Vincent, with involuntary bitterness, " if he was a man of honor, and could be trusted ; nothing else.
Page 173 - A few minutes later there was a knock at her door and he came into her room. "This is indeed very plush,
Page 79 - For a moment he was so confused that he actually thought he had never in all his life seen anything so beautiful as this girl — although he only caught her from behind in silhouette against the candlelight.
Page 132 - She doesn't care, auntie," he said at last, as if the words were wrung from him. "It just seems as if nothing in heaven or earth matters since Eileen does not care.
Page 141 - Patrick and his brother had been, and she made up her mind she would have no more to do with anyone of the name of Quin, for my sake.

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