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Page 220 - At first she only stared, like one struck by sudden wonder; then, as surprise gave way to fear, she covered her face with her hands, as if to shut out the...
Page 229 - ... think in this connection in my last letter — that I would not be in favour of giving up your maritime career to enter the service of an American politician though it would not scandalise me if you insist on acting counter to this view — but on two conditions: (i ) that you bear in mind our proverb: As you make your bed, so you must lie on it...
Page 235 - Nick ! my Nick !" Nicolas, after a minute or two, got up and stood with his back to her, looking out of the window. "I Ve been a fool, my dear," he said at last, "and I Ve got to go on being a fool.
Page 136 - Tomaso for advice, but when he says the best way would be to make a clean breast of it to Pedro she is unwilling to do that, because she fears to lose Pedro altogether thereby.
Page 284 - ... distant belt of woodland from which she expected the returning searchers to emerge. And then she gave a scream and sprang to her feet ; for there, just below the window, as if he had risen up out of the earth, stood her husband, haggard and dishevelled — and alone. Her father hastened downstairs, and the two men spoke together for a few moments in low tones, but what they said was indistinguishable to Elsie. When they entered the room, Tom dropped wearily into a chair, and asked if he could...
Page 55 - My friends," he said, lifting his hand, " let us sing a hymn to the praise and glory of God.
Page 248 - She came up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder — a slender hand already a little roughened by work and stitching. " Poor old Steve,