Life at Hartwell; or, Frank and his friendsWilliam P. Nimmo, 1874 - 239 pages |
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... voice that is still ! ' Hartwell was not a very long journey from Paulingford as far as actual distance went , but there was a change to be made at Highbridge , and the trains fitted ( or rather did not fit ) so inconveniently , that it ...
... voice that is still ! ' Hartwell was not a very long journey from Paulingford as far as actual distance went , but there was a change to be made at Highbridge , and the trains fitted ( or rather did not fit ) so inconveniently , that it ...
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... voice , and very moist eyes watched Mr. Leslie step into the cab once more , leaving his little son desolate and lonely for the first time in his young life . Dr. Fuller's long experience of boys ' sad partings from dear parents had by ...
... voice , and very moist eyes watched Mr. Leslie step into the cab once more , leaving his little son desolate and lonely for the first time in his young life . Dr. Fuller's long experience of boys ' sad partings from dear parents had by ...
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... voices which had greeted Frank's ear as he walked along the passage . But even Dr. Fuller's presence did not restrain the half- whispered exclamations of ' New boy ! ' - ' Little chap ! ' - ' What's his name , eh ? ' ' Boys , ' began ...
... voices which had greeted Frank's ear as he walked along the passage . But even Dr. Fuller's presence did not restrain the half- whispered exclamations of ' New boy ! ' - ' Little chap ! ' - ' What's his name , eh ? ' ' Boys , ' began ...
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... voice at his side . Turning quickly round , Frank saw a boy of about two years older than himself apparently waiting for him . This boy , Harold Sinclair by name , had been one of Frank's most eager questioners , and had seemed more ...
... voice at his side . Turning quickly round , Frank saw a boy of about two years older than himself apparently waiting for him . This boy , Harold Sinclair by name , had been one of Frank's most eager questioners , and had seemed more ...
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... voices from without echoed on the walls , but they found no response of joy here ; they only met a solitary little voice raised in bitter lamentation , and soon they died away in the distance . Frank was as yet new to the task of ...
... voices from without echoed on the walls , but they found no response of joy here ; they only met a solitary little voice raised in bitter lamentation , and soon they died away in the distance . Frank was as yet new to the task of ...
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Page 98 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed : Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Page 89 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Page 71 - But now, being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life. For the wages of sin is death ; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Page 11 - A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.