The Bag of Saffron

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Page 81 - HARK! hark, my soul; angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's wavebeat shore : How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 'Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come...
Page 416 - ... to him, and that she would see him roused to his greatest strength and eloquence. She did not consider her impulse in the least, for though she felt a stronger interest in Harrington than she had ever before felt in any individual, it had not struck her that she was beginning to care overmuch for the sight of his face and the sound of his voice. She could not have believed she was beginning to love him ; and if any secret voice had suggested to her conscience that it was so, she could have silenced...
Page 368 - ... His Excellency did not even legally acknowledge you as his child. So far, no trace of a will has been found with his late Excellency's notary, nor with his lawyer, nor deposited with his securities at his banker's. It is barely possible that some paper may exist in the rooms which are still closed, but I think it my duty to tell you that I do not expect to find anything of the kind when we break the seals to-morrow, in the presence of the heirs and witnesses.
Page 255 - ... even so much as an eyelid, at Molly's entrance. The truth had entered his soul before this, and he knew that no doctor, be he ever so cunning, could, with all his striving, put the breath into that body again. Molly came up to him with the softest steps, the most hushed breath that ever she could. She did not speak, for she did not know what to say. She felt that he had no more hope from earthly skill, so what was the use of speaking of her father and the delay in his coming ? After a moment's...
Page 240 - What money?" I asked. She leaned closer to me and her hat brim hit me in the eye. Nothing is worse than getting hit in the eye with your eyelid up. I wonder if that's where they got the saying, "Better than a poke in the eye with a muddy stick." I think a hat brim is worse than even a muddy stick would be. No, a pencil would be worst of all. My eye started watering. "Are you all right?
Page 382 - Cuckoo answered, leaning her elbows on the table, and cupping her chin in her hands. "But you needn't call me 'my lady,' I like being called 'Miss Coocoo.
Page 316 - Cuckoo saw, was pale, and the lines from his nose to the corners of his mouth seemed deeper.
Page 404 - Cuckoo, her face flaming with excited joy, looked, even to herself, prettier than ever before, and, running to her husband, she put her arms round his neck and kissed him with real feeling. He laughed. "I'm glad you like it, my dear, and it suits you well,
Page 297 - She never got to bed before three or four in the morning and learnt without effort to sleep until eleven or twelve.

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