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Pagina 12
... speak , but kneeling down she kissed the little sleeping treasure again and again , while in her heart were words of deep thankfulness and prayer . Her eyes were filled with tears as she lifted up her head from the baby , but then ...
... speak , but kneeling down she kissed the little sleeping treasure again and again , while in her heart were words of deep thankfulness and prayer . Her eyes were filled with tears as she lifted up her head from the baby , but then ...
Pagina 42
... speak to Master Hunt , who was going off to Wellbury cattle fair to look after a cow , but whether they was there when he came first in the morning he could not say ; he did not particularly notice ; he thought it might be Mrs. Marsh's ...
... speak to Master Hunt , who was going off to Wellbury cattle fair to look after a cow , but whether they was there when he came first in the morning he could not say ; he did not particularly notice ; he thought it might be Mrs. Marsh's ...
Pagina 43
To speak the truth , Miss Webber was quite as much puzzled as old Arnworth himself , and Mrs. Boss could not guess any likely way in which it could have happened either ; nobody would do such a thing out of spite , for she knew of no ...
To speak the truth , Miss Webber was quite as much puzzled as old Arnworth himself , and Mrs. Boss could not guess any likely way in which it could have happened either ; nobody would do such a thing out of spite , for she knew of no ...
Pagina 63
... speaking to him of the being of God , while he still answered as before . Suddenly a voice cried Allah akbar ! ' ( God ... speak these words , meaning to sell it to some rich Turk . But as I had done him some service , he let me have the ...
... speaking to him of the being of God , while he still answered as before . Suddenly a voice cried Allah akbar ! ' ( God ... speak these words , meaning to sell it to some rich Turk . But as I had done him some service , he let me have the ...
Pagina 64
... speak to him . Soon the darkness passed away , and the light of the grace of God appeared in his countenance . Now he was freed from a double slavery , by Him who alone can give freedom to the soul . " I need not say that I repaid him ...
... speak to him . Soon the darkness passed away , and the light of the grace of God appeared in his countenance . Now he was freed from a double slavery , by Him who alone can give freedom to the soul . " I need not say that I repaid him ...
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Pagina 320 - Couldn't never be nothin' but a nigger, if I was ever so good," said Topsy. "If I could be skinned, and come white, I'd try then." "But people can love you, if you are black, Topsy. Miss Ophelia would love you if you were good.
Pagina 321 - I will try; I never did care nothin' about it before." St. Clare, at this instant, dropped the curtain. "It puts me in mind of mother," he said to Miss Ophelia. "It is true what she told me; if we want to give sight to the blind, we must be willing to do as Christ did, — call them to us, and put our hands on them.
Pagina 23 - No man can serve two masters, ye cannot serve God and mammon
Pagina 321 - There can't nobody love niggers, and niggers can't do nothin'! / don't care," said Topsy, beginning to whistle. "O, Topsy, poor child, I love you! " said Eva, with a sudden burst of feeling, and laying her little thin, white hand on Topsy's shoulder, "I love you, because you haven't had any father, or mother, or friends, - because you've been a poor, abused child! I love you, and I want you to be good.
Pagina 251 - EVERY morning the red sun, Rises warm and bright, But the evening cometh on, And the dark cold night. There's a bright land far away, Where 'tis never-ending day.
Pagina 321 - I shall be with you." The round, keen eyes of the black child were overcast with tears ; — large, bright drops rolled heavily down, one by one, and fell on the little white hand. Yes, in that moment, a ray of real belief, a ray of heavenly love, had penetrated the darkness of her heathen soul ! She laid her head down between her knees, and wept and sobbed, — while the beautiful child, bending over her, looked like the picture of some bright angel stooping to reclaim a sinner.
Pagina 91 - The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, And all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field : The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: . Because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: Surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: But the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Pagina 320 - Don't you see how much Miss Ophelia has done for you? She says she has done everything she can think of." "Lor, yes, Mas'r! old Missis used to say so, too. She whipped me a heap harder, and used to pull my har, and knock my head agin the door; but it didn't do me no good! I spects, if they's to pull every spear o' har out o' my head, it wouldn't do no good, neither, — I's so wicked!
Pagina 71 - Another troop of wild dogs were fighting over the wildebeest I had shot, which they had begun to devour. On beholding them I expected no other fate than to be instantly torn to pieces and consumed. I felt my blood curdling along my cheeks and my hair bristling on my head. However, I had presence of mind to consider that the human voice and a determined bearing might overawe them, and accordingly, springing to my feet, I stepped on to the little ledge surrounding the hole, where, drawing myself up...
Pagina 71 - I had not slept long when my light dreams were influenced by strange sounds. I dreamt that lions were rushing about in quest of me, and, the sounds increasing, I awoke with a sudden start, uttering a loud shriek. I could not for several seconds remember in what part of the world I was, or anything connected with my present position.