Blind: A Story of These TimesMacmillan, 1920 - 416 páginas |
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... queer crowded nights , half waking and half sleeping , it has seemed to me at times as though the bedlam of it all were pounding , seething into me . I was once a playwright - and vividly there comes to me a memory of the Broadway ...
... queer crowded nights , half waking and half sleeping , it has seemed to me at times as though the bedlam of it all were pounding , seething into me . I was once a playwright - and vividly there comes to me a memory of the Broadway ...
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... queer new sensitive ears I would follow it by the diminishing sound down the long winding country road . Then I would come back to this room , put out the lamp I did not need , re - light my pipe and for a time I would sit here ...
... queer new sensitive ears I would follow it by the diminishing sound down the long winding country road . Then I would come back to this room , put out the lamp I did not need , re - light my pipe and for a time I would sit here ...
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... hard thing for a woman it is . What a queer mysteri- ous thing life is . ” Lucy drew a quivering breath . I glanced at her . Like a flash came the thought : " She'll go through a night like this herself ! " And BLIND 21.
... hard thing for a woman it is . What a queer mysteri- ous thing life is . ” Lucy drew a quivering breath . I glanced at her . Like a flash came the thought : " She'll go through a night like this herself ! " And BLIND 21.
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... ? All big men have queer little streaks , and show ' em at times . As to last night — well , I don't claim to be a doctor , but I have a kind of a feeling that a woman's life was saved by a clean splendid piece of BLIND 23.
... ? All big men have queer little streaks , and show ' em at times . As to last night — well , I don't claim to be a doctor , but I have a kind of a feeling that a woman's life was saved by a clean splendid piece of BLIND 23.
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... com- pounding of reality and sham , of mystery , of agony and of grim irony in it all . " Life sure is queer , " said Steve at last . " You bet it is , " I answered . CHAPTER II 1 . Ir was not until three years 24 BLIND.
... com- pounding of reality and sham , of mystery , of agony and of grim irony in it all . " Life sure is queer , " said Steve at last . " You bet it is , " I answered . CHAPTER II 1 . Ir was not until three years 24 BLIND.
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ahead asked Aunt Amelia Aunt Fanny Bannard began Berlin blind Bolshevik chance chap country teachers cousin cried crowded crowded houses dark dear deep Dorothy Dorothy's dreams eager eastern front Ellis Island eyes face father feel felt fight France friends Galician gave German girl gone grew grim hand hard head heard kind knew land Larry laugh listening lives look Lucy Lucy's Mabel mills mind mother never night Oberookoff once peasants Petrograd play poor queer remember revolution rolling meadows Russia Russländer seemed Seven Pines shouted side smile soon spoke Steve stopped stout talk tall tell tenement tense things thought told Tommy took town train uncon village voice watching whole wife window woman women York young Zemstvo
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Página 233 - We have but one and only hate, We love as one, we hate as one, We have one foe and one alone. He is known to you all, he is known to you all, He crouches behind the dark...
Página 233 - French and Russian, they matter not, A blow for a blow and a shot for a shot; We love them not, we hate them not, We hold the...
Página 234 - To the Day !" Whose glass this fate? They had all but a single hate, Who was thus known ? They had one foe and one alone — ENGLAND...
Página 234 - Full of envy, of rage, of craft, of gall, Cut off by waves that are thicker than blood. Come let us stand at the Judgment place, An oath to swear to, face to face, An oath of bronze no wind can shake, An oath for our sons and their sons to take. Come, hear the word, repeat the word, Throughout the Fatherland make it heard. We will never forego our hate, We have all but a single hate, We love as one, we hate as one, We have one foe and one alone — ENGLAND!
Página 214 - There was an old woman tossed up in a blanket seventy times as high as the moon.
Página 70 - Organized charity measured and iced In the name of a cautious, statistical Christ.
Página 266 - Enthusiastic workers for various ultra- fashionable pro-Ally organizations, they had taken the war ardently into their small glittering world and there had made it glitter, too. War was the fashion. War was a pageant, a thing of romance, of titles, decorations, uniforms of many kinds and national costumes for bazaars. What had they to do with the poor dirty devils I had seen in the mud of the trenches, or gasping their lives away on rough cots? What did these women really know ? They loved to hear...
Página 231 - In every village, every hut, such hideous things are being told — and being told to children — making their small hands grow cold and icy as they feel that the world is full of monsters — fiends — called Cossacks, Frenchmen, Germans, Boches — enemies — to be stamped under foot! That's the hideous part of this war!
Página 266 - They loved to hear of atrocities, if committed by "the Bodies" ; but when in reaction against their talk I started in to tell them of the Galician peasant whose feet had been frozen and cut off, Aunt Fanny interrupted. "I hope you are not planning to publish such stories, Larry," she said . "They may do a great deal of harm — rduse sympathy for the German side.
Página 215 - I thought of the peaceable, prosperous, order-loving people of whom I had heard so much ever since I was a boy, when my aunt had talked...