Stories of Life and LoveChristian Herald, 1897 - 320 páginas |
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... once . take Ada with me ? " " No ! " he answered quickly . Shall I " You would say the child was mine , and the opinion of Market - Sorby may be impor- tant to me , in a political sense . " " The child being yours , why should I not say ...
... once . take Ada with me ? " " No ! " he answered quickly . Shall I " You would say the child was mine , and the opinion of Market - Sorby may be impor- tant to me , in a political sense . " " The child being yours , why should I not say ...
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... once to a lawyer . She knew him only as a Mr. Nugent , the son of an Independent minister who had once been associated with her father , but he proved to be the very friend she needed . He heard her whole story without blame , for he ...
... once to a lawyer . She knew him only as a Mr. Nugent , the son of an Independent minister who had once been associated with her father , but he proved to be the very friend she needed . He heard her whole story without blame , for he ...
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... once , " he answered , “ and do not lose heart . There is One greater than law , and He can bring right out of wrong . " Early the next morning she was at Mor- peth Court , and an hour later she had pre- sented her credentials , and ...
... once , " he answered , “ and do not lose heart . There is One greater than law , and He can bring right out of wrong . " Early the next morning she was at Mor- peth Court , and an hour later she had pre- sented her credentials , and ...
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... once during these sweet watches did the child awaken , and then Catherine lifted her to her breast and soothed and kissed her , and was sorrowful to tears when the little one asked : In the " My " Are you my own mamma ? " morning she ...
... once during these sweet watches did the child awaken , and then Catherine lifted her to her breast and soothed and kissed her , and was sorrowful to tears when the little one asked : In the " My " Are you my own mamma ? " morning she ...
Página 43
... once flung away her sewing and resolved to make them suffer with her . But could she ? She was not even sure that she wished Almund to suffer , and she was sure that her white , false hair and plain , coarse clothing would lay her open ...
... once flung away her sewing and resolved to make them suffer with her . But could she ? She was not even sure that she wished Almund to suffer , and she was sure that her white , false hair and plain , coarse clothing would lay her open ...
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Almund AMELIA Angus answered asked August 15 beauty BRADFORD WHITING Bremmil Bulgaria called Catherine child Circassia dear Derry door eyes face father feeling feet fell felt girl glad grew grew young hand happy Hauksbee head heard heart hour husband Jack Janet John Braithwaite kissed knew lady laugh letter lived looked Lord Morpeth marriage marry Mat rushed Mat's Miss Boldero Miss Harrington Miss Travers morning mother Mowbray never night nine o'clock once Otterby papa passed poor portunities preacher pretty Raeburn Richard Robert Kensall rose round smile sorrowful soul spoke stay Stockdale stood strange suddenly summer Robert sure sweet tears tell thing thought tion told took tramp tricycle turned Ulysses vicar village voice waiting walked watch wife woman women words Wynyard young
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Página 137 - ... close, And the lights are out in the house ; When the fires burn low and red, And the watch is ticking loudly Beside the bed : Though you sleep, tired out, on your couch, Still your heart must wake and watch In the dark room, For it may be that at midnight I will come. " It may be at the cock-crow, When the night is dying slowly In the sky, And the sea looks calm and holy, Waiting for the dawn of the golden sun Which draweth nigh ; When the mists are on the valleys, shading The rivers chill,...
Página 271 - BIRTHDAY My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot: My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.
Página 286 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Página 138 - So He passed down my cottage garden, By the path that leads to the sea, Till He came to the turn of the little road Where the birch and laburnum tree Lean over and arch the way ; There I saw Him a moment stay, And turn once more to me, As I wept at the cottage door, And lift up his hands in blessing — Then I saw His face no more. And I stood still in the doorway, Leaning against the wall, Not heeding the fair white roses, Though I crushed them and let them fall; Only looking down the pathway, And...
Página 136 - Watch therefore : for ye know not when the lord of the house cometh, whether at even, or at midnight, or at cockcrowing, or in the morning ; lest coming suddenly he find you sleeping.
Página 192 - Take my word for it, the silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool.
Página 186 - Mrs. Hauksbee appeared on the horizon; and where she existed was fair chance of trouble. At Simla her by-name was the "Stormy Petrel." She had won that title five times to my own certain knowledge. She was a little, brown, thin, almost skinny woman, with big, rolling, violetblue eyes, and the sweetest manners in the world.
Página 262 - I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed. Gods and men, we are all deluded thus! It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed: All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood, At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.
Página 136 - It may be when the midnight Is heavy upon the land ; And the black waves lying dumbly Along the sand ; When the moonless night draws close, And the lights are out in the house, When the fires burn low and red, And the watch is ticking loudly Beside the bed : Though you sleep, tired out, on your couch, Still your heart must wake and watch In the dark room ; For it may be that at midnight I will come.
Página 49 - But the Watchman opened the Gate of rest,— " I am willing, with all My heart," said He. ***** Thus day and night they are pressing nigh, With tears and sighs, to the heavenly Gate ; Where the Watchman stands in His majesty, With a patience which never has said,