Brute GodsA. A. Knopf, 1919 - 355 Seiten |
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... mouth , the lips rather tremu- lously apart . He had been old enough then , this little man with his little fierce fires , to give discretion the whip - hand of mere passion : it had been a sage choice , a choice guided by brain , by ...
... mouth , the lips rather tremu- lously apart . He had been old enough then , this little man with his little fierce fires , to give discretion the whip - hand of mere passion : it had been a sage choice , a choice guided by brain , by ...
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... mouth with his hands , turned his head , and gulped . " Come to breakfast , you boys ! " Mr. Glaive called them . " What's all that whispering about ? " He shot his little fired eyes from one to the other . " After all , " Mervyn ...
... mouth with his hands , turned his head , and gulped . " Come to breakfast , you boys ! " Mr. Glaive called them . " What's all that whispering about ? " He shot his little fired eyes from one to the other . " After all , " Mervyn ...
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... mouth . He gave out a suppressed sound like a whinny . His father regarded the boys in astonishment and rage . " Unpardonable ! " he exclaimed . " Ungentle- manly . You take a mean advantage of my deafness . I won't ask you what you ...
... mouth . He gave out a suppressed sound like a whinny . His father regarded the boys in astonishment and rage . " Unpardonable ! " he exclaimed . " Ungentle- manly . You take a mean advantage of my deafness . I won't ask you what you ...
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... mouths . Swine ! Thank God , Christianity isn't dead yet - Christian morality isn't dead , I have that on my side . " Williams is the sort of " I don't know so much . chap who can get out of anything . He'll be as moral as any of them ...
... mouths . Swine ! Thank God , Christianity isn't dead yet - Christian morality isn't dead , I have that on my side . " Williams is the sort of " I don't know so much . chap who can get out of anything . He'll be as moral as any of them ...
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... mouth loosened , and he looked down his nose again . " Your aunt's useless . - Now , to take things from your point of view : this affair has thrown a burden on you . A sort of moral burden . We have to show people that we're not tarred ...
... mouth loosened , and he looked down his nose again . " Your aunt's useless . - Now , to take things from your point of view : this affair has thrown a burden on you . A sort of moral burden . We have to show people that we're not tarred ...
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Seite 72 - Verily I say unto you, There is no man that hath left house, or parents, or brethren, or wife, or children, for the kingdom of God's sake, Who shall not receive manifold more in this present time, and in the world to come life everlasting.
Seite 23 - Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha!- have you eyes? You cannot call it love; for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment Would step from this to this?
Seite 15 - For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful.
Seite 243 - FEAR no more the heat o' th' sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Seite 74 - He wanted you, Count Raymond." " Ay, He followed us. We felt His hand in the gloomy dungeon — a terrible hand." " When it strikes. But that is its, and His, strange work. Not when it leads. It is written, ' Thy hand shall lead me, and. Thy right hand shall hold me.
Seite 246 - ... jealousy, which made him seem to Othello to merit mortal vengeance. Ordinarily Othello thinks little about Cassio. His agony is concentrated in the thought that the fairest thing on earth should be foul, that the fountain from which the current of his life had seemed to run so pure and free should be A cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in...
Seite 313 - She stood quite still, wondering what it would have been like if he had kissed her.
Seite 164 - No one had ever looked at her like that before. It was — actually it was a little disturbing!
Seite 190 - ... it. And it was not as though she were in love with this child, either. She liked him, liked very much his liking her. "Tell me about yourself," she demanded with an imperative assertion summoned to her need.
Seite 330 - I can't get out of it. You can't get out of it, can you!