Stories from the MidlandJohn Towner Frederick Alfred A. Knopf, 1924 - 319 pàgines |
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Pàgina 52
... stopped a ten pace distance from the outer rim of the seething , swirling mass , dismayed by the uproar . In front of her , stretching across the road and into the fields on both sides , she saw a surging maelstrom of humanity . There ...
... stopped a ten pace distance from the outer rim of the seething , swirling mass , dismayed by the uproar . In front of her , stretching across the road and into the fields on both sides , she saw a surging maelstrom of humanity . There ...
Pàgina 54
... stopped and remained standing , rigidly ex- pectant . For from the center of the turmoil there emerged three words , three sharply distinct words which , over - riding the babel by sheer force of concentrated energy , imposed their will ...
... stopped and remained standing , rigidly ex- pectant . For from the center of the turmoil there emerged three words , three sharply distinct words which , over - riding the babel by sheer force of concentrated energy , imposed their will ...
Pàgina 68
... stopped to sit down at his favorite place . But he was filled with a sweet unrest that carried him about . It was as if by his great closeness to the river's heart his own had filled with a soft , impelling motion - as if he had himself ...
... stopped to sit down at his favorite place . But he was filled with a sweet unrest that carried him about . It was as if by his great closeness to the river's heart his own had filled with a soft , impelling motion - as if he had himself ...
Pàgina 74
... stopped . He thrust his left hand into Tom's face and with the right he lifted the can out of the wagon . He drew away and swinging his arm with all the wiry strength of his taut muscles , cast it from him . A spray of water sparkled in ...
... stopped . He thrust his left hand into Tom's face and with the right he lifted the can out of the wagon . He drew away and swinging his arm with all the wiry strength of his taut muscles , cast it from him . A spray of water sparkled in ...
Pàgina 77
... stopping to hear the wind in the crying trees and to watch the whips of lightning strike out in the dark . The rain splashed on his hair and ran down his face . He attempted to whistle but the rain ringed his lips and he could not ...
... stopping to hear the wind in the crying trees and to watch the whips of lightning strike out in the dark . The rain splashed on his hair and ran down his face . He attempted to whistle but the rain ringed his lips and he could not ...
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Pàgina 55 - All that the Father giveth me shall come to me ; and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out. For I came down from heaven, not to do mine own will, but the will of him that sent me. And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day.
Pàgina 59 - And the scribes and Pharisees brought unto him a woman taken in adultery. And when they had set her in the midst, they say unto him, Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act. Now Moses in the law commanded us that such should be stoned. But what sayest thou?
Pàgina 21 - Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river — Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God.
Pàgina 55 - And this is the will of him that sent me, that everyone which seeth the Son, and believeth on him, may have everlasting life: and I will raise him up at the last day.
Pàgina 111 - Syd's finishing the lands for me. Do you want to strike them out? It will be pretty hard around those old trunks, though.' The boy did want to. — 'Not much difference, is there?' — and at once turned his team into line. The absence of his father's accustomed brusque unconsciousness struck him readily enough as a blandness affected for the benefit of the neighbour. The hardness of the ground astonished him. He wondered how he could have thought of anything else since leaving his plow in the morning....
Pàgina 132 - ... been through. But what they told was nothing, they meant simply to demonstrate to themselves that they were together again. Then what he thought of as the unreality of it oppressed him. A change of circumstances, the presence of strangers seemed to compel one to make little changes in one's words, in one's actions. Elements of the frank, humorous, the straight-forward, of eagerness in the gallantries of conversation were there. Perhaps Syd's family would smile to recognize him. His father was...
Pàgina 252 - Chicago, and just once, at the time of Jack Hockaday's wedding, he had come back to the farm. He always wrote to the two old people on Christmas Day and sent them a cheque. Now he was a writer, doing special articles for the big dailies and the magazines. He had been to half the cities of the globe, was in touch with all that was going on in the world, with every "movement." He was just back from a flying trip to the capitals of the new Middle European states, where he had interviewed the leaders...
Pàgina 277 - ... kitchen, they were suddenly stricken, condemned with an obscure sense of guilt. This was their chance. The old people and the children, who were "not supposed to know," were out of the way. Ma had been persuaded to lie down in her bedroom. Pa had been sent to show the chickens and the cow to Hat's little Benny. Jen's Margaret and Hat's Allie had been bribed and commanded to wash the dinner dishes. Jen's Herbert had been the worst to dispose of. Just when they thought they were rid of him, he...
Pàgina 126 - You needn't bother going for the water this morning, I'll go after it," his father was saying. "Plows nice, finishing the lands up, don't it?" Len asked significantly, ignoring the remark. "Well, if you wanted to do that, why didn't you say so in the first place?" "Oh, don't bother changing us around now! I'm getting used to the hard part.
Pàgina 289 - She shuddered, drawing her arms in their transparent black sleeves tight to her body. "Yes, oh yes, it can't go on much longer," Art affirmed gravely. "It's a good thing they have children to look after them," cried Jen. There was a murmur of agreement. The tension was lifting now and a pervading cheerfulness taking its place. Even Jen felt that things were going well. Only Hat looked suspicious and unconvinced. "But still we haven't quite come to the point," said Sam, genial but bent upon business.