Scribner's Magazine, Том 36Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan Charles Scribners Sons, 1904 |
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... seemed softened , the wind less biting . But there was a goneness that would not down , a growing faintness that would not be quieted . Had the women - folk at the farm - house for- gotten our existence ? The tenth time we asked it ...
... seemed softened , the wind less biting . But there was a goneness that would not down , a growing faintness that would not be quieted . Had the women - folk at the farm - house for- gotten our existence ? The tenth time we asked it ...
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... seemed , when there came Farmer Mangold's cheery voice : " Get up , boys , breakfast'll be ready in a minute ! " So soon ? How could it be ? Muscles stiff the night before were stiffer now ; eyelids seemed pasted together . Breakfast ...
... seemed , when there came Farmer Mangold's cheery voice : " Get up , boys , breakfast'll be ready in a minute ! " So soon ? How could it be ? Muscles stiff the night before were stiffer now ; eyelids seemed pasted together . Breakfast ...
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... seemed a veritable sacrilege to rob the sombre group of its possessions . Summer evenings on the plains are marked by a hush that seldom comes to domains of thick hedgerows and many orchards . The west loses its orange as a curtain of ...
... seemed a veritable sacrilege to rob the sombre group of its possessions . Summer evenings on the plains are marked by a hush that seldom comes to domains of thick hedgerows and many orchards . The west loses its orange as a curtain of ...
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... seemed that she must begin another batch of supplies . There were apple dumplings with cream and- " Fire ! fire ! " Everybody jumped from the table . Tom Whitney had seen it first and was already running , bareheaded , toward the array ...
... seemed that she must begin another batch of supplies . There were apple dumplings with cream and- " Fire ! fire ! " Everybody jumped from the table . Tom Whitney had seen it first and was already running , bareheaded , toward the array ...
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... seemed to make the married state rather attractive . For the first time my engineering camp in Montana struck me as being decidedly lonely . But on Osborne I could see they had no such softening influence . He was uncom- promisingly ...
... seemed to make the married state rather attractive . For the first time my engineering camp in Montana struck me as being decidedly lonely . But on Osborne I could see they had no such softening influence . He was uncom- promisingly ...
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