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Pàgina 200 - 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 89 - Well, then," Sam remarked pleasantly, with an air of putting it all impartially before them, "what shall we do?" Jen broke violently out of her offended silence. "I think those who are best able to take them, ought to," she cried. "I'm sure Arthur and I are willing enough— no one's more willing— but no one realizes the exactions of a minister's life. I just escaped being in the hospital this spring. I couldn't stand one thing more. It's just go, go, go from morning to night. I'm just ready to...
Pàgina 101 - The old woman tried to jerk away from him, but the influence of Sam, the first born and best beloved, was almost immediate. Her sobs quieted, she fumbled for something with which to wipe her eyes. The sense of shame with which he had been laboring all afternoon caught hold of Sam as he saw the effect that his presence still had. For years he had paid no attention to his mother except to send an occasional check which he could easily spare. Hat had thought of her, worked for her, come to see her every...
Pàgina 91 - I think we all ought to thank Hattie." There was a murmur of polite approval. Jen smiled sardonically. She wanted to ask what responsibilities Lou had ! With her clubs and her dressmakers probably. Whatever they were, they didn't keep her from gadding all over the country — everywhere but to Lenaville. Hattie moved uncomfortably. She was a bulkily built woman who seemed to overflow the small caneseated rocking chair which she had hitched into an inconspicuous corner. She had always been considered...
Pàgina 83 - The air was thick with undercurrents of feeling, schemes, secret alliances and antipathies. They had all eaten too much and they sat with the discomfort of middle age in the stiff old-fashioned chairs. The three men were making a pretense that the whole affair amounted to nothing. They refused to meet the meaning glances, full of dire warning and portent, which their wives cast at them from time to time. Whenever, in a pause of the furious squeaking of Jen's rocking chair, the clatter of dishes and...
Pàgina 165 - The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace.
Pàgina 88 - Now, as I've figured it out," he went on smoothly, "it's practically impossible for mother and father to spend another winter here alone. Isn't that about the size of it, Hat?" "I guess so," Hat muttered. "Yes, of course. We all see that. The place is in frightful condition. They can't keep it up — " "They can't be expected to," Lou interrupted. "No, of course they can't. And they really can't take care of themselves much longer — " Sam paused for confirmation. Jen rocked, her lips tightly pursed...
Pàgina 87 - But they'll get out of it some way, you just see if they don't," she had prophesied bitterly. "Now don't let them make you agree to anything you don't want," she had warned Art. "I guess we've got something to say in this matter. It concerns us just as much as it does them, and I think the whole relationship ought all to decide it equally." But it was hard to be firm in the sight of Lou's elaborate silver coiffure. Both Jen and Hat — between whom, as those most likely to be "put upon...
Pàgina 97 - He wasn't going to spend another night in that hotel, not with Lou along. The vision of a large leather chair at home, in which the hollows were his own, filled him with homesickness. It was a terrible thing for a man to be so uncomfortable. "Well — suppose we get back to business," he said with determined good-nature.
Pàgina 111 - ... spiritual life. Now an enriched spiritual life, in any community, is possible only through development of the imagination — the creative instinct of beauty. Religion does that whenever and wherever it springs, in each individual soul, from a real and vital faith. The arts do it whenever and whereever they spring, in each individual soul, from a real and vital faith. No human being was ever created who had not, somewhere within him, the instinct to create beauty. The zealot creates God, the...

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