The Speaker, 4 tomasPearson Brothers, 1910 |
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... wife had gone he knew not where , his child was wasting to death , and he had for his sorrows no inner consolation . When she fled from their hut one bitter day , as he roared some wild words at her , it was because her nerves had all ...
... wife had gone he knew not where , his child was wasting to death , and he had for his sorrows no inner consolation . When she fled from their hut one bitter day , as he roared some wild words at her , it was because her nerves had all ...
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... wife do . After a moment , standing with his eyes fixed on the face of the cruci- fied figure , he said , in a shaking voice : " Pardon , good Jesus , save my child and leave me not alone ! " The boy slept . The father stood still by ...
... wife do . After a moment , standing with his eyes fixed on the face of the cruci- fied figure , he said , in a shaking voice : " Pardon , good Jesus , save my child and leave me not alone ! " The boy slept . The father stood still by ...
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... wife and child ! " The hunter's hands clenched , and a wicked light flashed up into his eyes ; but the calm , benignant gaze of the other cooled the tempest in his veins . The priest sat down on the couch where the child lay , and took ...
... wife and child ! " The hunter's hands clenched , and a wicked light flashed up into his eyes ; but the calm , benignant gaze of the other cooled the tempest in his veins . The priest sat down on the couch where the child lay , and took ...
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... wife ! " " Your wife . " " Quick ! Quick ! Go on - go on , m'sieu ' - good father . " " She fell at my feet , begged me to save her . I waved her off . " The perspiration dropped from Bagot's forehead , a low growl broke from him , and ...
... wife ! " " Your wife . " " Quick ! Quick ! Go on - go on , m'sieu ' - good father . " " She fell at my feet , begged me to save her . I waved her off . " The perspiration dropped from Bagot's forehead , a low growl broke from him , and ...
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... wife with ten kegs of rum ! " The tall hunter dropped again to his knees , and caught the priest's hand to kiss it . " No , no - this ! " the priest said , and laid the iron crucifix against the other's lips . As the father pledged his ...
... wife with ten kegs of rum ! " The tall hunter dropped again to his knees , and caught the priest's hand to kiss it . " No , no - this ! " the priest said , and laid the iron crucifix against the other's lips . As the father pledged his ...
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