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Page 300 - is one of those rattling tales of soldiers' life which the public have learned to thoroughly appreciate." — The Graphic. *' The author of ' Booties' Baby ' gives us here another story of military life, which few have better described,"— British Quarterly Review.
Page 201 - ... but it is nevertheless true, and statistics will bear me out in making the statement. Modern science, which has cast illumination into so many dark, dismal and unknown corners of Nature's laboratory, has shed new and still more lurid light on the words of the Hebrew Scriptures : ''The iniquities of the fathers shall be visited on the children unto the third and fourth generation.
Page 283 - THREE DAYS. THREE days of love, and only three, Were ours to squander or forget : The first we lived it by the sea, With lips athirst and eyelids wet. Along the sand, across the foam, We wandered forth one sunny morn : Dear heart ! can you forget the home Where once our happy love was born ? We floated next adown the stream, And there we kissed — have you forgot ? 'Twas then we first began to dream, And keep the blue forget-me-not. The river whispered to the rhyme I made that summer...
Page 268 - And now he felt as if a great load had been lifted from his heart as he rode back over the land that.
Page 264 - He got up from his chair and began to walk about the room ; for the moment he could read no more.
Page 148 - Midge was a look of chill contempt ; and when he had fairly gone she hid her face in her hands and cried as if her heart would break.
Page 104 - ... the window, so that she could see what was going on in the street below.
Page 223 - I want you to promise me one thing — that you will never never ask me to marry anyone else.