Arkinsaw Cousins: A Story of the OzarksHenry Holt, 1908 - 328 oldal |
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2. oldal
... uncle Groner Thornberry , who at a distant table , had been perusing a novel by the aid of that very lamp . But Groner , a widower boarder of fifty or more , spoke not a word . With one hand clutching his crutch , and the other gripping ...
... uncle Groner Thornberry , who at a distant table , had been perusing a novel by the aid of that very lamp . But Groner , a widower boarder of fifty or more , spoke not a word . With one hand clutching his crutch , and the other gripping ...
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... Uncle Groner , " said Mrs. Eden helpfully . " No , " said the other , who was of precisely the same stuff of which martyrs are made , " if I must be taken out of my easy - chair every time Mary leaves the house , just say so ; let's be ...
... Uncle Groner , " said Mrs. Eden helpfully . " No , " said the other , who was of precisely the same stuff of which martyrs are made , " if I must be taken out of my easy - chair every time Mary leaves the house , just say so ; let's be ...
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... Uncle Groner had possession of the front room . " I ought to change this dress , " said Mary , looking down at the bespattered skirt . " The walks are all torn up , and I had a pretty hard time getting to Mrs. Tripe's . But I would like ...
... Uncle Groner had possession of the front room . " I ought to change this dress , " said Mary , looking down at the bespattered skirt . " The walks are all torn up , and I had a pretty hard time getting to Mrs. Tripe's . But I would like ...
5. oldal
... Uncle Groner from getting up at five o'clock . No , let's do it now , mother . " Presently the rattle of dishes mingled with the drip- ping of the rain . Mary's sleeves , rolled above the elbows , showed the white , firm arms of youth ...
... Uncle Groner from getting up at five o'clock . No , let's do it now , mother . " Presently the rattle of dishes mingled with the drip- ping of the rain . Mary's sleeves , rolled above the elbows , showed the white , firm arms of youth ...
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... Uncle Groner's voice came to them in an angry undertone : " Somebody is a - knocking at the front door . " His growl boded no good to friend or stranger . " Oh ! " whispered Mary , hastily seizing a towel , " who would have thought ...
... Uncle Groner's voice came to them in an angry undertone : " Somebody is a - knocking at the front door . " His growl boded no good to friend or stranger . " Oh ! " whispered Mary , hastily seizing a towel , " who would have thought ...
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Arkinsaw Cousins: A Story of the Ozarks (Classic Reprint) John Breckenridge Ellis Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ain't asked Aunt Polly Balaam berry boarder brother captain choir church concert pitch Core City course Cousin Marietta Cousin Polly Cousin Waldo Cousin Winthrop daugh daughter door Eden's Elizabeth Ethel exclaimed eyes face father feel felt friends front George Nicodemus Gladys Lucile Goldie's grandfather Groner Thornberry hair hand hastily head heart Hodgins Thornberry Honey hurry kitchen knew lady laughed legs Little Rock looked Mary Mary's mind Miss Goldie Pickens Miss Pickens mother Mulkey murmured music-teacher never night old gentleman old Timothy Oscar Peter Pickens girl Polly Thornberry poor porch reckon restaurant seated seemed smile sorry speak stared stood supper tell terton there's thing Thomas Jefferson Thorn thought Timothy Thornberry told turned Uncle Groner voice wait Waldo McCormack whispered wife Winthrop Thornberry woman word Wullens young
Népszerű szakaszok
6. oldal - ... glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
7. oldal - Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown; With that wild wheel we go not up or down; Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. ' Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands; Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands; For man is man and master of his fate. ' Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd ; Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.