Temple Bar, Bind 108George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1896 |
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... hard to get hold of a lot of people like this . " " Well , there will be a curate , won't there ? " said Ted . " Of course it's too large for father alone . " " Yes , I know there will ; but you don't understand . I must get hold of ...
... hard to get hold of a lot of people like this . " " Well , there will be a curate , won't there ? " said Ted . " Of course it's too large for father alone . " " Yes , I know there will ; but you don't understand . I must get hold of ...
Side 12
... hard at the new statuette . The ingot of solid inspira- tion which had been tossed in his path was only slightly responsible for this ; the burden of it lay with Maud Wrexham . For Maud Wrexham was to him a new type of womanhood ...
... hard at the new statuette . The ingot of solid inspira- tion which had been tossed in his path was only slightly responsible for this ; the burden of it lay with Maud Wrexham . For Maud Wrexham was to him a new type of womanhood ...
Side 14
... hard enough to work , and the only thing to do was to work hard . Tom's tendencies towards idealism were , as Wallingthorpe had suspected , encouraged rather than discouraged by Manvers . " If that , " he thought and often said , " was ...
... hard enough to work , and the only thing to do was to work hard . Tom's tendencies towards idealism were , as Wallingthorpe had suspected , encouraged rather than discouraged by Manvers . " If that , " he thought and often said , " was ...
Side 18
... hard - boiled eggs and cold greasy mutton . At that moment my whole soul , like Ruth's , was sick for home , ' and the little cafés with oleanders in tubs , and awnings . I say my soul , but I suspect it was what Miss Vanderbilt tells ...
... hard - boiled eggs and cold greasy mutton . At that moment my whole soul , like Ruth's , was sick for home , ' and the little cafés with oleanders in tubs , and awnings . I say my soul , but I suspect it was what Miss Vanderbilt tells ...
Side 35
... hard for him ; and his only resource is to wait , with such patience as he can command , for what shall be revealed . So he stands apart ; he has no definite creed to give his fellow - men ; and only the very strongest souls can walk ...
... hard for him ; and his only resource is to wait , with such patience as he can command , for what shall be revealed . So he stands apart ; he has no definite creed to give his fellow - men ; and only the very strongest souls can walk ...
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Side 35 - It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so : That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not falL 'PERCHE PENSA?