God's PuppetsMacmillan, 1916 - 309 sider |
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Side 45
... tried to answer , but his voice had slipped from its control . She repeated : What's that ? What's that ? " looking at the medicine in his hand . A whisper came sputtering out of the A SOCIAL RECTANGLE 45 the ashen face, and his old ...
... tried to answer , but his voice had slipped from its control . She repeated : What's that ? What's that ? " looking at the medicine in his hand . A whisper came sputtering out of the A SOCIAL RECTANGLE 45 the ashen face, and his old ...
Side 51
... tried to remember why she hated him , or if she did hate him at all , and if it wasn't a sort of hang - over hate from their disagreement on a lower plane where he had been an unpaternal tomcat and eaten all the A SOCIAL RECTANGLE 51.
... tried to remember why she hated him , or if she did hate him at all , and if it wasn't a sort of hang - over hate from their disagreement on a lower plane where he had been an unpaternal tomcat and eaten all the A SOCIAL RECTANGLE 51.
Side 55
... tried to talk art , and told him she had heard his voice had a dramatic quality . He grinned and won- dered what Elsie would say when he told her that ; also he wondered what a dramatic quality was . She knew it would be half an hour ...
... tried to talk art , and told him she had heard his voice had a dramatic quality . He grinned and won- dered what Elsie would say when he told her that ; also he wondered what a dramatic quality was . She knew it would be half an hour ...
Side 83
... tried to talk to Vashti about Caleb , to tell her of half a dozen other girls who had flown into the light of his countenance like moths . But she would shake her head and smile sometimes , and shake her head and cry at other times ...
... tried to talk to Vashti about Caleb , to tell her of half a dozen other girls who had flown into the light of his countenance like moths . But she would shake her head and smile sometimes , and shake her head and cry at other times ...
Side 87
... the sideboard in his " office " to restore Caleb Hale's equanimity . So he tried to pickle a certain area of his self - respect in liquor , and the pickling roiled the soul of Vashti , who had no " THE ONE A PHARISEE ' 87 " "
... the sideboard in his " office " to restore Caleb Hale's equanimity . So he tried to pickle a certain area of his self - respect in liquor , and the pickling roiled the soul of Vashti , who had no " THE ONE A PHARISEE ' 87 " "
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ain't answered Archimedes asked Astor House bank banker beautiful began Boyce Kilworth Boyceville Cale Caleb Hale called Charley Herrington cigar Club Colonel Longford congressman Constitution Street cried Cripple Creek crowd damn Debbie Deborah desk Dick Hale Doctor dollars door dream editor Elias Elsie eyes face father flowers garden girl Globe office gone Hale's half hand Hayden head heard heart Hiram Larson Jack Beasley Jimmy Joel Ladgett Judge Judge's kind knew Kurtlin Lalla Rookh Lally larkspurs laughed little Dick live Longheath looked man's never night Nixon nodded old party paper paused Pelléas and Mélisande poor Prince Charmin Raynham replied rington rose shook silence smiled soul spoke stood story strange boy talk tell things Toney Delaney took town turned Ty Cobb Vashti voice walked window woman women words young youth
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Side 264 - With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.
Side 283 - For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Side 151 - ... line upon line, precept upon precept, here a little and there a little.
Side 23 - Now is the time for all good men and true to come to the aid of the party.
Side 183 - ... for a day or a week or a month or a year; but from antiquity to posterity fcr many ages." the slaughter, "there were more young men in the country.
Side 293 - ... he had dammed, let the hand with the book drop to his knee as the talk woke in his heart a faint pulse from some underconsciousness that had not been stirred for years. The boys were lying on a lawn beneath the stone veranda railing whereon his old feet rested. From time to time the youngsters...
Side 294 - Canned 1" sighed the old party. "Canned boys I " he repeated. The boys looked up and, seeing the feet disappear from the railing, Thirteen rose quickly and said as he appeared: "Yes, sir. What was it, Father? Did you speak?
Side 298 - ... twenty glassies and a dozen potteries and a whole cigar box of commies — he put my black agate in his slingshot, whirled it round his head and killed a pigeon with it on a roof.
Side 248 - The man turned his face toward Mrs. Ladgett, a monumental person with three chins. " Hiram," she repeated, " get a hack — Joel is tired; tell it to come to the alley; I don't want them to see him.