The Promise: A Tale of the Great NorthwestA.L. Burt Compnay, 1915 - 419 sider |
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Side 335 - Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbor bar be moaning. Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down, And the women are weeping and wringing their hands For those who will never come back to the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep — And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.
Side 419 - Frontbpiecc by AI Keller. $1.35 The dominant figure in this series of detective stories is a young girl, Violet Strange — detective par excellence. She observes sharply, thinks intensely, and has the faculty of disentangling, out of a maze of perplexing circumstances, the one explanation that accords with facts, and carries out her reasoning with the most consummate ability. The author wrote "The Leavenworth Case " nearly forty years ago, and ever since has steadily maintained an important position...
Side 292 - Steady from morn till eve ; and I have seen The bees go forth upon an April morn, Secure the sunshine will not end in showers ; But when was Woman true...
Side 419 - ... figure in this series of detective stories is a young girl, Violet Strange — detective par excellence. She observes sharply, thinks intensely, and has the faculty of disentangling, out of a maze of perplexing circumstances, the one explanation that accords with facts, and carries out her reasoning with the most consummate ability. The author wrote "The Leavenworth Case " nearly forty years ago, and ever since has steadily maintained an important position among writers of fiction. GP Putnam's...
Side 412 - Ah ! — it was so dreadfully sudden ! " And Prudence covered her eyes with her hands as if to shut out the scene in the library. Mr. Dent was greatly shocked. He leaned against the mantelpiece, and stared vacantly at Prudence, while she related what had happened at Horseshoe Lane. She had completed her purchases in town, and was on the way home when she met Miss Blydenburgh, who told her of the deacons...
Side 250 - Yes/ he said, ' we talk to each other of everything ; we have no secrets between us. There is nothing in the world I would not do for you, nor you, I think, for me.
Side 51 - ... this day, then, he went directly to the door and spent hours examining it and fussing with the hinges, the knob and the latch. Finally he stumbled upon the right combination, and the door swung creakingly open before his astonished eyes. For some minutes he did not dare venture within, but finally, as his eyes became accustomed to the dim light of the interior he slowly and cautiously entered. In the middle of the floor lay a skeleton, every vestige of flesh gone from the bones to which still...
Side 351 - Ethel poured a cup of coffee from the pot on the stove, and returning, seated herself upon the edge of the bunk.