Spell Land: The Story of a Sussex FarmE.P. Dutton & Company, 1927 - 319 pages The story of Oliver and Claude and of the country people around them and of a boy's struggle to grow up. |
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Page 72 - To GO into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars.
Page 84 - There is no injustice, but a solemn necessity in the Parable of the Talents. The doctrine, " From " him that hath little shall be taken " away, even that which he seemeth to " have," is paralleled by the equally solemn truth, " Unto whom much is " given, of him much shall be re
Page 84 - Take away his talent from him and give it to him that hath ten talents.
Page 257 - The prick of conscience is as foolish as the bite of a dog on a stone. Conscience is not the voice of God, but of other men in the heart of man.
Page 293 - He lay down on the couch at the foot of the bed, and shut his eyes.
Page 225 - Street, and rang the bell. There was no answer, so he rang again. Still no answer. He had better slip the letter under the door. But it might be pushed under the mat and never be found. He opened the door. "Anyone in?
Page 232 - She sat very erect, her eyes fixed on her hands, which were folded in her lap.
Page 108 - I sort of couldn't bear . . . and there's always been so much to read and so little time to read it in.