H. Holt, 1907 - 438 pagina's
Excerpt: ...it to-morrow." He put on his coat and sat down beside her. "See here," said he, "you don't want me really to believe that that's where the trouble is?" "The trouble?" "Yes, Nancy, the trouble. Do you think I'm such a fool that I don't see it? It's been coming on a long time. I know you're not happy. You're not satisfied with things as they are. As they are, you know, there's a sort of incompleteness, something wanting, isn't there?" She sighed. "It's you who are putting it that way, not I." "Of course I'm putting it that way. How am I to put it any other way? Let me think now
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Pagina 201 - O LORD, who hast taught us that all our doings without charity are nothing worth ; Send thy Holy Ghost, and pour into our hearts that most excellent gift of charity, the very bond of peace and of all virtues, without which whosoever liveth is counted dead before thee : Grant this for thine only Son Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.
Pagina 388 - I don't know, Walter. We must do our best." "Yes, but what are we going to do? What are you going to do?
Pagina 54 - Lighten our darkness, we beseech Thee, O Lord ; and by Thy great mercy, defend us from all the perils and dangers of this night, lor the love of Thy only Son, our Saviour Jesus Christ.
Pagina 370 - That's why, Maggie, that's why. You'те been very sweet and very good to me. And that's why I must n't see you. That 's how you make it hard for me." Maggie sat down and put her elbows on the table and hid her face in her hands. " Will you give me some tea ?" he said abruptly. She rose. "It's all stewed. Ill make fresh.
Pagina 153 - Lift up your heads, O ye gates, And be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors; That the King of glory may come in.
Pagina 426 - Hunger and thirst," she murmured. "It's what I've been trying to tell you. When you're not thirsty you don't think about drinking. When you are thirsty, you do. When you're driven mad with thirst, you think of nothing else. And sometimes — not always — when you can't get clean water, you drink water that's — not so clean. Though you may be very particular. Walter was — morally — the most particular man I ever knew.
Pagina 190 - ... self-portraits on them. Much thought was given to the furnishing of the room. Finally, everything was taken out of it except a large table covered with gilt paper. As soon as the first number of The Dish of the Gods made its appearance, it became the talk of the town. Some were indignant, others declared that there was more in all this than met the eye, and that soon they would be consigning the works of Pushkin to limbo. The critic Chirva quite lost his bearings — The Dish of the Gods had...
Pagina 380 - ... opposite to hers, but in a nearer chair by the writing-table. He saw that she had been writing letters. He pushed them away and turned his chair round so as to face her. His heart ached looking at her. There were deep lines on her forehead : and she was very pale ; even her little close mouth had no color in it. She kept her sad eyes half hidden under their drooping lids. Her lips were tightly compressed, her narrow nostrils white and pinched. It was a face in which all the doors of life were...
Pagina 9 - ... that she shared her memory and her shame. For Majendie's sake she loathed her womanhood, that was yesterday as sacred to her as her soul. Through him she had conceived a thing hitherto unknown to her, a passionate consciousness and hatred of her body. She hated the hands that had held him, the feet that had gone with him, the lips that had touched him, the eyes that had looked at him to love him.